COMIX SOLUTIONS

 As a means of reducing the size of Humans, to prevent Human overpopulation of Earth, by utilizing the mass of a White Dwarf Star, that Dr. Ray Palmer had discovered, controlling the miniaturization process via a handy high-tech tool belt, worn by his alter-ego, The Atom, the Future of our planet was arrested from Mankind's 'Progress'.......In 9th Grade, I was confident that Flash and Atom, working at a sub-atomic level, would save the Universe from the failed efforts of other superheros like the 'caped' Superman and Batman...... Going through some old boxes of DC and Marvel comic 'books', in the basement.....this "Cover" brought back the memory of my having ordered a Venus Fly Trap, from an ad within one of the comics...and the 'fantasy evolution' tank that I made from one of my old aquariums....to replicate a miniature world, within it's confines.....I suppose, to gain some sense of control over my own Life, which seemed, at that time, to be moving forward via the wills of others.....Give me a minute, while I fly, backwards, around the earth, at the speed of light.....to stop....and feed Gertie, my virtual dinosaur.....'Don't you want to go outside and 'play' with 'Butch' and 'Charles', honey?', asked Mother....."instead of making that big stink with a bunsen burner, boiling vials of potassium sulfide? Or making tire rubber and aluminum foil rockets to launch stink bugs into orbit?.....and, please, don't wash your hair with peroxide and ammonia!"

The Last Referential Attempt at Emotional Correspondence........To No Reply....18 years, 8 months, and 2 days ago....with shared, coded literary allusions

From a draft of a letter sent to someone, to whom I had some prior attachment, who was, and is, incapable of expressing, with words or images, either their thoughts or feelings......of innocence, or experience....regarding their 'loss'......and my own.......

"I was just watching the "dance" scene from a film adaptation of a 19th C. Jane Austin novel. ....... the conversation, both polite and telling...... direct, yet distant.... another time, in which i would be more comfortable....... and you, i think.... i am such an obsolete device of nature......and, frustrated, cast aspersions to the deaf and the blind, who, diverted by simpler conceits, beg the answers in the questions.......fallal reason insuring the needed delusions.....i have lost your parents.....soon, they will be quite distant.....must life be such a catered affair, with each guest bringing the old, dead arrangements from ancient parties? sigh! i hope that you and i do not drift apart, as we have not yet established a foundation that would support the types of relationship that either of us would prefer......a tip of the hat is for passersby on the boulevards of civilized society......i prefer a telling glance, forever renewed by change of course and the redirection of dreams by the truths of Life..... as maddening as this way of life can be... sometimes i am Shelly's Prometheus, drifting into the endless enigma of this temporal jungle; yet, in a second, and for one, i see the all that 'is' in a moment of plastic inevitability, and nothing more.....i have my eyes wide open, though somewhat near-sighted by age; my ears tuned to the timbre of voice, yet listening to the lark's calling and the titmouse in the berry bush...... the great, voracious birds circle, eying my stumbling, and still i tip-toe across the River on stones left by those who went before........instructions, written on the wind, blow 'bout the world of dreaming and i awaken where i was before the world changed.....i've lost the sextant and must travel by intuition.........i've heard tell of a golden compass......... the magic stones, lost in the pool of an ancient waterfall..... the maps hidden in an uncharted desert........of gods in the clouds, on mountains and far away.........but, i was told in a dream from who knows where......that all we need to know is embedded within the helix changed by countless mix..........today, the sunlight draws the crocus and hyacinth into the cool air, then the cactus blooms of summer, the musty autumn and then the frozen realms beyond, from which the breath of tomorrow emerges......."

 hmmm.... the room is 'plumb' and I, who is 'plumbing' the relativity of perspectives, only appear to stand on a tangential thought......'start' the World, and I will fall... or grasp to hold the squareness that we think is 'Reality"......Where did I put the bubble level......It will keep things 'straight'......