Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2000 14:52:25 -0400
From: Kafka Dreams 
To: void
Subject: gyrations


Last night I dreamt that we pulled the moon into a giant gyroscope.

The structure was beyond huge, almost beyond comprehension.  It
consisted of two rings made of some super-strong silver-colored metal
with a high elasticity.  The rings were so bright - shining and
beautiful - they were unreal.  Space was so silent that their
brightness rang in the darkness.

We caught the moon in the smaller ring.  And then, after months of
precise calculations, we stole the earth just before someone else
tried to move it and screw up our plan.  We pre-empted our own plans
to get it first.

And we succeeded, but just.  The moon sang like a marble in a track,
whipping around and around, kept in place by the smaller ring.  The
earth rumbled - more like a bowling ball down the lane than a marble -
through the larger ring.

The combination of the two swinging around, acting on each other's
gravities, powered our engines for space travel.

It was beautiful.