Alice had wanted to reach into Reality and grab one ever since she was aware of their existence past the Veil of Darkness at the end of the yard.
She was an only child and it was not her fault that her Mother was a Ranger living far from the Metropolis.
It is virtually impossible to translate distances in a way that readers on Earth will comprehend. The best way to look at it is to consider the termite in relation to an Earth Person and then multiply to the tenth power.
The notion that earth itself could be a mere ball, floating in the darkness, a ball which Alice might covet, as most other children her age did, is incomprehensible. But I am merely trying to communicate things as they actually are. And if that upsets those who have, in a cavalier manner, posited as a universe a mere pocket of playthings, just remember how a termite feels when she sees the shadow of someone's boot descending.
I think one way of putting this is to suggest that the seemingly massive force of Sandy and Katrina would be equal to one of Alice's lesser exhalations when hectoring her Mother regarding this toy of choice.
"When can I reach through the Veil and get a ball of my own?"
Alice's mother was moved to the Outpost after being impregnated by an Accountant who promised her a future and left her moaning all alone in a maternity ward with the child she now observed through the window of their desolate frontier home.
Alice's mother was in dire straits. Her lust seemed to her the root of her problem. Nymphomania did not make for success in the Metropolis.
She had always eaten too much. Out here there was little food. Her pay was meager.
She considered the black market ball business, but penalties were severe.
The house was a mess, all two rooms of it.
She felt a wave of hate pass through her portly frame. How did lesser souls thrive in the Metropolis while active minds like her's were a palpable liability? Still, she told herself she would yet surpass the the smooth System Climbers who exiled her. The only plus here was the lack of people. She was not one for putting herself out.
This border was literally the end of Reality. In her better moments she almost thought of finding a way back to the Metropolis.
Frangoulis and Theodorakis are joined by musicians, including two bouzouki players, and a very large audience that is completely familiar with the words. The audience joins in at Frangoulis' prompt.
This is my very favorite Theodorakis melody. Those who know Theodorakis only for his "Zorba" music are in for a treat. When I was in Athens in 1966, for a short period of study with Constantinos Doxiadis, I knew nothing of Theodorakis. But about five years later, my friend Irene Vassos sang "Sto perigiali" to us. I have never gotten the tune out of my mind.
Later, when Irene joined our group to form a travelling company performing "New Rain", I learned to pick out a …
To counter the invidious efforts of Karl Rove and the Brothers Koch, simple videos of everyday people expressing gratitude for specific results from specific things that the President has achieved will create a signature response that will turn the tables on the Super PACs.
There could be an intro that flags lies distortions and anonymous attacks as unreal and even criminal and a cut to what is real, recognizable and not anonymous I am (name). I have lived here in (name) for (time). Thanks to (President Obama's (name) Act ... and so forth for ten seconds. Close with a continuation of the story narrated over evocative images and simple acoustic music.
This would be a fantastic way to counter the attacks on the President. For every specific attack, a video that shows the truth. And grass roots people who intend to vote for the President.