We all have those times where everything rubs against the other moving parts in your life, causing friction, a heat and an uneasing shaking that makes the system flirt with falling apart. In a hundred trillion years everything will shake apart, those atoms can’t hold forever. I don’t have a trillion years, but I do have the shakes. Those vibrations in my nerve endings tingle, the vibrations in my stomach are causing an ill will of human fortitude.
I love the consitution of my body almost as I love the consitution of this planet. Surely the six thousand year bender would have brought me to my knees, most of the nightly benders do it to me. The planet wakes up with a fever now and again, and shows some along the plates, but it hasn’t started dry heaving yet. Yet those frustrations must be sitting in, just like they are for me. Those shakes hit the core, and surely California will pay.
There is something that I know will never happen to me in this life, in this dimention, in this universe, in this house, in this frame of mind, in this country, and in this beard. I keep after it because the frustration exists whether or not I try, and while a deep sorrow can overwhelm when the frustraion teams up with uglier things I have no fear or loathing. There are certain priorities, but the friction builds on irreguardless of the priority you set on careing for the system. You will flirt on until you seize and your engine rips apart. Or maybe you will just stall.
I think Mars and Earth were friendly once, they flirted for a while. They had conversations under the stars, made joes about the spot on Jupiter, talked jealousy about those rings, and really made a connection. They realized that they were the same, and it meant different things to them both. Mars took his infatuation and his desire for meaning and linked them. Proud of his identity maybe for the first time since Mars had memory, he would ask Mars to meet under the moon time and time again. Yet she never showed, though she would continue to be polite and friendly, even flirt. Unfortunately, this just frustrated Mars. Finally, it came to be that the frustration caused the fortitude to fail, forever fated to fall, he failed and the face, cried. The surface rusted in salty tears. Mars became less friendly, and became an isolationist. Forgetting that all the planets were made from the same stuff, and all the materials and feelings were the same as all the other planets, he let the surface die to reflect what the inner mantle resembled. He became dead like all the other planets, for all intents and purposes.
Earth would grow and remain lively, surround itself with those like her, those who care when convienent. Never really happy, living six thousand years in a bender. Every so often she would think about the good nights with who was more like her then any other. Mars was always there, but so far away. She kept the moon.
How long until her frustrations cause her to fall apart for good. How long until the ride stops? Or maybe she is just stalled on the freeway, waiting to get hit by an asteroid. If the Earth could only understand before it was too late for them both.
All of this is in the future, but still seems so ordinary that it must come to pass. All of this seems so extraordary that it must be true, can’t make that stuff up. All of it seems so Mundane that maybe it must be a miracle. Maybe, all of it seems so exciting because it is frustrating. The Earth, she doesn’t know, she just enjoys the summer days. For Mars all the days are Winter, hoping for the spring and maybe a harvest moon. Mars settles for itself, rather then settling for Venus, or having a fling with Neptune while it’s closer. Mars should just get a job.
At least he won’t remain blue like Earth, he has comfort in the black. The stars seem so far, but they all have their quirks, sometimes even quarks. Distance is the mother of frustration. If we all could get together, it would work out.
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