The Very Large Hole

On a day like any other day a great ball of fire races through the sky and as it touches the earth it creates a very large hole in its surface all widths wide. The impact blows dust and fiery debris two hundred feet into the sky that then condenses back into itself and falls back into the hole that was created. For six and a half million years it looked as if this would be the start and the finish of it until on a day like any other day there began a strange stirring in the core of the crater. A haze develops over the very large hole created by an unearthly impact that flickers with tiny lights of all colors imagined and a wind blows around the circumference that has no force of itself from within and the star known as the Sun holds its breath and waits to see what should all become of this. A rabbit flees into its hole and comes back out accompanied by other companions and they all sit silently in place looking towards the very large hole that a great ball of fire falling from the sky some time ago had made. Birds are fluttering back and forth attempting to catch with their beaks the colorful flickering lights and a mouse is given its furnishings and its bags and is promptly escorted out of town.

Out of the impact crater that bent the surface of the earth some six and a half million years before arises the picture perfect who is all the more the gifted ointment who has not been dormant for all of these many years but has been waging a relentless battle against forces that had been thrown down to the bowels of the earth because of the high-minded assumption that they ballooned of themselves. These forces know by instinct who she is and from what authorities that she hails and that her goal is to transform the humanity of the earth one person at a time from the clutches of the accusing devourer who is their brainchild to perform all soft-spoken and extravagant terrors upon limb and person to bring disgrace to uniquely inspired rules and regulations set in place on the day that indwelling opened from very special thought chambers. The battle that is waged is not by strike and blows as no impurity is allowed to touch her because she walks atop the footprints of superimposed majesty and she dangles the stars from her fingertips in the position that she deems suitable for universal scenery. By her crown indignation is blinded and by her diadems lights that have not fallen are surrounded.

On a day like any other day she ascends from the paleness of the seething abyss leaving the regurgitated abandonment's below extremely bruised and battle weary. Six and a half million years before she was given her marching orders and powers to influence the celestial origins and now her time is come for her to establish the architecture of her arrival and to reshape the fibers that falsehoods and illusions have shaken out of balance. A council in the courts of the summits were held to address an ongoing concern that placed a bad light on forms and substances and out of all of those who volunteered to conduct the sacred mission of restructure the voice of the resoundingly splendid distinguished itself above all others as the one chosen to accomplish this and as she swept beyond many points of conscious in a dazzling ball of fire all animate and inanimate beings were very aware that the days of blasphemy has become ripe for the blast furnace and that coils will now be unwounded and laid out in a straight line by the disposition of the effectual countenance who will rip apart corruption and cowardice and release forces that were deigned entrances when the start date ensued a curtaining enterprise.

The temperature of the day is mild and the climate is temperate and someplace on the earth there are people on the beaches restfully sunning it. Dust and molten rocks leaps into the air when she first touches the earth from seemingly nowhere and deep inside of the earth she makes knees bow in homage before her that do not want too and she loosens binds only for a moment to reinforce them with more advanced bonding tools. Wave after wave of fallen stars rushes wildly against her and wave after wave by a look in her eyes the hideous assaults are repulsed with only a minimal use of energy on her part. From deep below wailing and moaning finds no place to go for comfort and even to the temple the fallen stars pleads that she should leave them and return to her place of origin. On a day like any other day the call goes forth to her to begin her assignment as the earth has given birth to human children as were set forth by the reasoning of a creative mind at no point that can be equated to as time. Out of the crater she emerges to do justice and to save the lost from the captivity of their passions and at the very top all has now grown to stillness in silence as eyes bear witness to her confrontations with falsely assuming powers.