bl pawelek has been to a million places in life and forgotten most of them. But he is here now and trying.
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There is a blown wind that drives up past the heavens, raising all to the floating, to the non-movement dance.
The scientists, astronauts and god have it wrong. Gravity does not exist, just the wind going up, gentle and touchless.
The religious will take their prayer credits, claim a cooled earth, a rock at the beginning of life with a chill breath. But the heat on the wind will still eat it all away.