An Afternoon of Conduiting

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The massive network of elevated industrial piping running across North America often owes its bizarre routing to historic right-of-way disputes between mid-century utility conglomerates and municipal zoning boards. In many cases, when private companies lost the rights to dig beneath public streets, they simply built outward and upward—constructing vast, seamless, hollow steel conduits suspended on riveted steel trestles. These forgotten networks exist in a legal grey area: not explicitly illegal to touch, yet completely absent from modern city blueprints. 

It is precisely this architectural ambiguity that gave birth to the subterranean subculture known as "conduiting".  And your reward for reaching the end of my 900 word short story is to view the 10 second video of the main character exploring that world inside the pipe. The video is at the end of the story.

An Afternoon of Conduiting

The entry point sat behind the decaying perimeter of the abandoned standard-oil sorting yard on the south side of town. To get there, you had to leave your car tucked discreetly behind a row of overgrown sumac trees and vault a rusted chain-link fence. Marcus adjusted his backpack, stepping over the tangled wire. Ahead of him rose the first elevation tower—a fifty-foot lattice of structural steel holding high a dull, six-foot-wide matte-grey utility pipe. 

No plaque named its owner. No pressure gauges or valve wheels interrupted its seamless metal hull. It carried no water, no natural gas, and no fiber-optic cables. It was just an empty, continuous steel cylinder hovering over the town like a discarded piece of an impossible machine. 

Marcus stepped up to the base of the tower. The bottom of the access ladder was intentionally cut ten feet off the ground to deter trespassers, but someone had welded a rebar hook onto a telescoping pole and left it hidden in the brush. Marcus used the pole to snag the ladder’s bottom rung, dragging the spring-loaded lower section down with a heavy metallic clack. He climbed twenty feet up into the late summer heat, reached the narrow catwalk, and unlatched the circular hatch cut into the pipe’s side. 

Slinking inside, the temperature dropped instantly. The steel shell muffled the outside world, replacing the hum of distant traffic with a deep, echoing acoustic chamber. 

To the uninitiated, the pipe was a maze. To Marcus, it was the ultimate private transit system. 

He flicked on his headlamp. The interior floor had been flattened over decades by the footfalls of urban explorers, drifters, and shadow-dwellers. Marcus began his hike, crouching slightly as he moved along the curved steel floor. The pipe stretched ahead, descending gently as it traveled north. 

After twenty minutes of steady walking, the pipe sloped downward, leaving its elevated towers to run directly along the ground through a narrow residential greenbelt. It passed straight through a tiny, concrete housing structure—a pump house without a pump—where light filtered in through high, iron-barred vents. 

Here, Marcus slowed his pace. The pipe was a transit network, but it was also a refuge. 

Sitting on a rolled-up sleeping bag in the dim shelter of the concrete housing was Old Miller, a local legendary hermit who had lived within the pipe system for five years. A small battery-powered lantern illuminated his makeshift camp—a folding stool, a stack of paperbacks, and a carefully arranged rack of canned goods. 

"Afternoon, Marcus," Miller said, his voice gravelly, barely raising his eyes from a crosswords puzzle. 

"Hey, Miller. Clear path up to the commercial district?" Marcus asked, leaning against the curved wall. 

"Clear enough. Watch out around Mile Two. A couple of runaway kids set up a tarp city, and they’ve got a dog that likes to bark at boots. Otherwise, smooth sailing." 

"Thanks. Need anything on my way back?" 

"Draft beer from the brewery if you’ve got a thermos," Miller grunted, waving a hand in farewell. 

Marcus ducked back into the cylinder, continuing his journey. Walking through the pipe gave him a bizarre, omniscient vantage point over the city. He could hear the faint, ambient sound of life outside radiating through the steel walls. At one point, the pipe passed over a bustling four-lane avenue; he could hear the distinct thump-thump of tires passing under the elevation trestle beneath his feet. 

Ten minutes later, he reached Hatch 4B. 

Marcus pushed open the heavy iron door and popped his head out like a periscope. The bright afternoon sun blinded him momentarily. He was standing on an elevated platform tucked discreetly behind the brick facade of a downtown artisan bakery. Below him, tourists and locals ambled along the brick sidewalk, completely oblivious to the man emerging from the giant grey tube above their heads. 

Climbing down the secondary ladder, Marcus grabbed a sandwich and an iced coffee from the cafe, sitting at an outdoor table for thirty minutes to watch the crowd. The contrast was intoxicating. To everyone else, the town was a rigid layout of streets, traffic lights, and crosswalks. To Marcus, it was a open-world map connected by a secret aerial highway. 

Finished with lunch, he climbed back up the hidden ladder, unlatched Hatch 4B, and stepped back into the cool steel darkness. 

Now he pushed further north, where the pipe elevated high above the suburban neighborhoods, crossing over the canal and heading toward the edge of town. The sounds of tires and sirens faded entirely, replaced by the hollow whistle of the desert wind echoing against the pipe’s metal skin. 

As he walked, the air turned crisp and scented with pine and damp earth. The pipe began its final descent, anchoring down into the granite boulders at the edge of the regional forest preserve. 

Marcus reached the end-of-line hatch—a circular opening that opened outward onto a wooden bluff. He unlatched it and stepped out onto the damp soil. Behind him lay miles of asphalt, concrete, suburban sprawl, and traffic. In front of him stretched miles of quiet timberland, untouched and still. 

He took a deep breath, checked his watch, and smiled. He had crossed the entire town in under two hours without stepping foot on a single sidewalk. Sitting down on a rock overlooking the valley, Marcus opened his pack, pulled out his thermos, and prepared for the trek back. 

Finding Light in the Heavy: Reimagining the Concept of "Bearing Your Cross"

We live in a world that relentlessly whispers that our worth is measured by the height of our ladders and the weight of our possessions. We pour the marrow of our energy into building resumes and curating lives filled with physical items, often forgetting that these earthly anchors can drag our spirits downward. This hyper-focus on the material creates a quiet friction with our highest calling: the command to "love God with all our heart, all our mind and all our soul." When our ambitions take up all the room in our hearts, God is often crowded out. To reclaim our peace, we must learn to shift our gaze from the heavy weight of our circumstances to the light of Christ through an upgraded lens of spiritual perspective.

The Career Trap: When Ambition Clouds Vision

In an achievement-obsessed culture, the most "socially acceptable" way to lose our way is through our work. We often view a career not just as a means of provision, but as a primary source of identity. This is perhaps the most surprising way we lose our spiritual focus; we are taught that ambition is a virtue, yet valuing a career or a physical pursuit above all else creates a veil between us and God. When we are caught in the "hustle," we trade spiritual stillness for a shimmering, temporary idol. It is a striking realization that the very success we pray for can become the barrier that prevents us from loving God with our whole being.

The Unpredictable Crisis: When the "Perfect" Life Fractures

Life has a way of shattering our carefully constructed glass houses. We may invest decades into a company only to be met with a "reduction in workforce". We may offer our whole hearts to a spouse only to face the devastating betrayal of being cheated on. These moments are more than just "bad luck"; they are the refiner's fire of our faith.

"These times can really test making God #1 and loving him with all our being."

When the foundations of our professional and personal lives fracture, we find out what we are truly anchored to. These crises ask a singular, difficult question: can we keep God as our top priority even when the world around us is falling apart?

The Grace of the Unexpected: Finding Love in Difficult News

Few experiences test the soul like the pivot from joyful expectation to a complex reality. Consider parents who spent months dreaming of their newborn's future, only to receive a diagnosis of Down Syndrome upon arrival. This is a profound shift in the landscape of a life. Navigating such life-altering news requires a spiritual resilience that goes beyond human strength. We are directed to handle these transitions "gracefully," finding a way to bridge the gap between the life we imagined and the one we have been given, without letting the weight of the news crush our spirit.

Defining the Cross: Radiating Light Through Burdens

To "bear one's cross" is not a call to stoic silence or bitter endurance. Instead, it is an active, vibrant choice to remain soft in a world that encourages us to be hard. Bearing the cross is a two-fold commitment:

• Bearing burdens gracefully: Walking through the fire of hardship without losing our spiritual integrity or our composure.
• Continuing to love God and "radiating the light of Christ": Refusing to let our circumstances dictate our character or our devotion.

Radiating light is an entirely counter-intuitive response to suffering. When we are burdened, the natural human impulse is to shrivel, harden, and withdraw into ourselves. Yet, the spiritual call is to glow and expand—to become a beacon for others precisely because our own world feels dark.

Conclusion: A Final Thought on Spiritual Resilience

The weight of our lives does not define us, but our reaction to that weight defines our relationship with God. Resilience is not the absence of the "cross," but the grace with which we carry it. Whether we are facing the sting of betrayal, the uncertainty of a job loss, or the surprise of a lifelong diagnosis, these moments are invitations to prove our love.

As you look at your own life today, how might you "radiate light" in the midst of your current "reduction" or burden?

Mapleview Social

Hello All:

On Saturdays I like to offer videos that discuss some strange topic. But, today, I'm going to use the opportunity to introduce something new on our blog.

Have you clicked over to the Mapleview Social page? If so, do you wonder what it might be? Well don't worry! We have a nice explainer video that introduces you to this new, revolutionary social media platform that's developed, exclusively, for the Literary World of Tom Raimbault.  In short, it's an AI driven social media hub based on (currently) 300 characters of my fictional universe. They have been turned into 300 of your new closest friends. The characters are programmed to be friendly with you and they place you at the center of the universe. 

Now, if you don't feel like talking, you can always browse the feed which promises to be highly entertaining. There is plenty of drama on Mapleview Social. And let me reassure you, it's always weird.

And here's one of the best parts: Your experience on Mapleview Social is 100% autonomous! That means my experience and your experience never cross paths. Your existence in Mapleview Social is totally private. No one sees what you are doing. Your 300 followers are imaginary, but they seem so real!

A fun way to connect is to upload a photo and see what your fellow Mapleviewers think! Next time you’re exploring the woods or out somewhere, or even want to take a selfie in your new ensemble, drop a picture in and see what everyone has to say.

I'm a little disappointed with the initial release, however. You see, I've been testing this for over a week and am very satisfied with how everything works. I was originally going to release on Labor Day weekend, but figured I would release it this weekend so you can give it a try and master it. Then you have something fun for Labor Day weekend. But, coincidentally, Google is having trouble with their GemBots, so I can't update the final revisions. As a result you are running the beta version. In upcoming days, I hope Google resolves their issue and I can make the perfected upgrade available. For now, just give it a test drive. Let me know what you think by adding a comment either at the bottom of this post, or the dedicated Mapleview Social page. Below is the explainer video:

East Cedar Grove/West Cedar Grove

Hello  All:

I have something to share with you. After nearly 20 years, I cancelled my publisher account with Draft2Digital (Originally Smashwords). This was the avenue which published most of my books and short stories to the major book catalogs. I'm a little sad because I had a nice run with them. The reason for cancelling? Authors who earn less than $100 a year in royalties must pay an annual fee of $12. All of my material is free on the premium catalogs. Yeah... I know... $12 is not much at all. It was just the principle of the matter. This doesn't hold true with my Mapleview series. This is published through Next Chapter Publishing. So you will still see those books on the catalogs. 

Because of this, my Books and Short Stories pages have been renovated. I now offer my works as free downloads in EPUB, PDF and MOBI formats. If there is a particular format you would like to see in my catalog, just leave a comment at the bottom of the page.

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East Cedar Grove/West Cedar Grove: This was a short story written in 2014. I apologize for the repeats, but I'm sure many of the readers are new and have probably never seen this story. I'm preparing a mini novella that will be featured throughout week of Halloween, so that is taking up much of my creative energy for now. It'll be complete soon. As for the short story... Well, once upon a time I used to add a heavy layer of erotica to my works, a practice which I have ceased. As for this story, I'm okay of re-releasing it because it's PG-13. It isn't anything too terrible. The actual story about the two towns and the situation the main character is faced with is far more interesting. The introduction provides some heavy details on the development of the town, but bear with it. You need to understand the two towns to understand the situation of the story which gets very entertaining.

East Cedar Grove/West Cedar Grove

If traveling either north or south along Route 122, the road briefly changes its name to Town Line Road which spans—exactly—5.32 miles before resuming the name of Route 122. At precisely 2.66 miles onto the section of Town Line Road—the very center of those 5.32 miles—is a dissecting road called Main Street. Main Street cuts through the very center of both the towns of West Cedar Grove and East Cedar Grove.

This is where people begin to suspect something very peculiar about West Cedar Grove and East Cedar Grove. You see, as naturally assumed, the boundaries of both towns are separated by Town Line Road. Both towns have Main Street that runs through the very center until it ends onto some other road outside of town. 

But Get This! If traveling into West Cedar Grove; you pass Ash Street, Birch Street, Crisscross Lane, Daffodil Court, and so on. And if traveling into East Cedar Grove, you will also pass Ash Street, Birch Street, Crisscross Lane, Daffodil Court, and so on.

But it's more than just a charming phenomenon of duplicate street names shared by both towns. It would appear that when both towns were being developed, plans were made for the two to be perfect reflections of one another. Houses are duplicates of one another with the exact same floor plans. And they sit on what would be considered the mirrored geographic locations from one another. The business districts of both towns have duplicate buildings with floor plans that are exactly the same. Every street sign, stop sign, traffic light and fire hydrant is positioned, precisely, so that it is the mirrored reflection of the neighboring town.

Now there was a time when this reflecting charm was forgotten. This is evidenced with a small portion of both towns somewhere in the middle that take on a certain individuality. Subdivisions and homes were constructed by different builders who built houses that were unlike the ones in the other town. Parks and playgrounds were placed in random places that didn't share an opposite. And to this day there are a few shops and storefronts that are not shared by the other town as well.

Then it would appear that at some point there was a new effort to continue with the reflecting charm of both towns from many decades ago. After passing the areas of individuality in both towns; there are newer roads, subdivisions and shopping centers that are perfect reflections of the other town.

***

Martin has a girlfriend, Betty, who—if all goes well—will soon be Martin's fiancée. She currently lives in West Cedar Grove— a town about twenty minutes from where Martin lives in Robin Creek.

Martin drove the network of roads and highways on a bright and beautiful Saturday morning and eventually turned onto Route 122. Within minutes the road changed the name to Town Line Road where he was soon greeted by the intersecting Main Street.

Oops! Martin better not have made the mistake of turning east! (At least not now!) If he did that, he would be traveling through the town of East Cedar Grove which can be a confusing duplicate of West Cedar Grove. Betty, after all, lives in West Cedar Grove, where her house is located on Jackson Street. Not the other Jackson Street in East Cedar Grove where... Well, Martin better not think about that right now.

Martin turned west like he was supposed to and followed Main Street all the way through the old section of town... the business district... the small section that is quite different from East Cedar Grove... and, finally, the newer section which resumed itself to be a perfect reflection of East Cedar Grove where Betty lived on Jackson Street... The Jackson Street in West Cedar Grove, not East Cedar Grove where... Well, let's not talk about that right now!

Martin and Betty planned a nice day together which began with Martin tapping the horn upon pulling into Betty's driveway.

Immediately, Betty emerged from the house in a conservative, ankle-length dress that was not a very flattering choice for a Saturday day out with Martin. It was dull in color and it covered Betty's entire chest, all the way up to the neck so that her large breasts could not be appreciated. Martin knew that Betty possessed large breasts and speculated that they were absolutely gorgeous. You see, Martin had never seen Betty naked.

To add to her conservative appearance, Betty wore a button-down sweater which covered up most of her arms. She had this need to protect her young and beautiful skin from the eyes of anyone—even from Martin who loved her so.

Martin stepped out of his car to greet Betty, "Good morning!"

"Good morning!" answered Betty in return.

Then they briefly hugged while exchanging a simple kiss to one another's lips. But nothing too fancy! You see; Betty is a conservative girl who doesn't believe in taking affection to a sensual level. This means that she will not engage in steamy make-out sessions with a lover. A kiss is to be perfect and simple, an affectionate greeting—nothing more.

Martin was sure to walk Betty to the passenger side of his car, and then open the door. Once she was inside he closed it. But Martin secretly wished there were a custom in which the man puts on the woman's seat belt. This might provide a way to sneak an "oops-feel" of one of her breasts.

They had breakfast at the West Cedar Grove Cafe which—as you know—is a perfect reflection in both location and building layout of the East Cedar Grove Cafe. But Martin would never take Betty to the cafe in East Cedar Grove! What if someone saw him with his sweet, perfect and conservative Betty?

She sat there at the table, across from Martin, taking a brief sip of her tea while eating her poached eggs on toast. "I thought we would browse some of the antiques at the West Cedar Grove Antique Shop. What do you think?" asked Betty.

"That's sounds like a great idea! The matinee won't be until 11:30. We have time."

Then Betty suggested something frightening. "Maybe if we have time we can drive over to the East Cedar Grove Antique Shop and see if they have anything different. I know it's supposed to be the same store, but..."

Martin interrupted, "That's a bad idea!"

"What?" asked Betty. "Why?"

"Well... Don't get me wrong. I don't have anything against East Cedar Grove. What I mean to say is that by the time we make it out there and back, again, we might miss the start of the movie."

"Oh..." said Betty before having another bite of her poached eggs on toast. For a second it almost sounded like Martin had a dreadful phobia of East Cedar Grove.

***

It was midmorning as Martin and Betty strolled through the musty aisles of the antique shop. Betty even allowed Martin to hold her hand! How Martin would have loved to have put his arm around her shoulders. But that might have been too much affection in a public place for Betty. For now, Martin simply enjoyed the moment of holding her hand.  

They admired the antique furniture and centerpieces. They found entertainment with the clothes and dresses from many decades ago. And then, once again, Betty made the unwelcomed suggestion of venturing into East Cedar Grove. "We still have a little bit of time. Why don't we run over to the Antique shop in East Cedar Grove?"

"Nah... I don't want to be late for the matinee." answered Martin. What do you say, instead, that we go to Starbuck's before the show?"

"Sure!" agreed Betty. Then she came up with a not-so- great idea. "Hey, you know how each of the Cedar Groves have their own, unique sections?—no businesses the same? Well there's a coffee shop in East Cedar Grove that supposed to be excellent. Do you want to sneak over there instead of Starbuck's?

"No!" snapped Martin. "Let's just go to Starbuck's!"

That's when Betty began to suspect that Martin had something against venturing into East Cedar Grove. "Martin?" she began. "If I didn't know any better, I would think that you have something against East Cedar Grove. What's the deal?"

"It's not that." reassured Martin. "It's just... just..."

"What?" pushed Betty. "What is it? Why don't you want to go to the other town?"

Martin tried to be humorous. "Well... you know what they say about the east side, right? It's supposed to be not as nice as the west side? I guess I have a phobia of going east."

Betty laughed. "Don't be silly! Let's go to the coffee shop in East Cedar Grove. I heard it's nice. And it's not too far from the movie theater here in West Cedar Grove."

Martin sighed. "Well, okay. But we have to be quick about it."

And with that, Martin and Betty drove off from the antique store; down Main Street and across Town Line Road into East Cedar Grove. They passed Ash Street, Birch Street, Crisscross Lane, Daffodil Court, and so on. They drove through the business district. Then they drove past the Walmart which made Martin secretly nervous. For you see, it was at Walmart where Martin first met her. West Cedar Grove doesn't have a Walmart, and Martin really needed to pick up some items. So he stopped one evening at the Walmart in East Cedar Grove on the way home from Betty's house. Once inside, he couldn't believe what he saw.

A drive past the parking lot on this Saturday afternoon with Betty, Martin could see that her car was in the lot—probably working. At least there wasn't a chance of the two women encountering one another. But what about other people? What if someone recognized Martin with his sweet, beautiful and conservative Betty?

Just as Betty promised, the coffee shop was way better than Starbuck's. It smelled like a coffee lover's heaven, inside, and the beverages were made to perfection. And no one recognized Martin with his sweet, beautiful and conservative Betty. It looked like luck was in his favor for today.

***

They went to the matinee. They went to the park and took a nap by the pond. And by late afternoon, the two returned to Betty's house to make dinner—lasagna with grilled eggplant. As for wine; Betty prefers not to drink alcoholic beverages. Instead, they had freshly squeezed lemonade.

After dinner, Martin and Betty sat side-by-side on the swing, outside, and watched the beautiful sunset. In this alone time, together, Martin was permitted to put his arm around Betty. He even managed to sneak a few kisses in. But nothing too fancy! Betty doesn't like sensual kisses.

Now you might question Martin, and wonder why he stays with Betty—even considers proposing to her in the near future. Really, Betty is a great girl! She's beautiful, intelligent and so reserved. And think of the fun the two had together throughout the day. Who wouldn't want a girl like Betty?

Ah, but there's that little matter of intimacy and deeper romance. That's what's killing you, isn't it. But, really, Martin doesn't mind.

***

It was about 9:00 in the evening when Martin announced that it was time for him to start heading home. He and Betty hugged and briefly kissed before Martin drove off. And in the rearview mirror, he could see Betty waving and smiling. She loved him so much.

Martin drove Main Street all the way to Town Line Road. And what was this? Rather than turn in the direction towards his own town, Martin crossed Town Line Road into East Cedar Grove! He passed Ash Street, Birch Street, Crisscross Lane, Daffodil Court, and so on. He drove through the business district. He passed Walmart and noticed that her car wasn't there. He continued until reaching Jackson Street. But this time, he turned the opposite direction. For you see; the house where she lives is the perfect reflection of Betty's house—just opposite directions.

It's such a perfect reflection, in fact, that the woman who lives there looks—exactly—like Betty in West Cedar Grove. That's why Martin was so dumbfounded the first time he saw her at Walmart. It was as-if he had found Betty's double or Doppelganger.

And get this! Betty's double who lives in East Cedar Grove in the house that is a perfect reflection in style and location, shares the same name with Betty! Her name is Betty, too! Secretly, Martin refers to the Betty in East Cedar Grove as "Naughty Betty"; for you see, Naughty Betty does all those naughty things that the good Betty in West Cedar Grove will not.

As soon as Martin pulled into the drive way, she ran out in a pair of tight shorts and athletic bra. Martin could have eaten her luscious thighs right there! Or maybe he would skip to her enormous breasts that were strapped into the athletic bra. And the best part; she looked just like his wholesome Betty in West Cedar Grove! Martin had been drooling over her all day.

"What took you so long?" asked Naughty Betty?

"Sorry..." answered Martin. "A little hold-up."

"Well get your ass in there! I've been waiting for you all evening!"

As soon as the two entered her house, a duplicate floor plan of Betty's in West Cedar Grove—just opposite, their lips locked and in a hot and steamy session of making out with plenty of tongue action. Martin ripped off Naughty Betty's athletic bra and then squeezed her enormous breasts.

"I have wine." announced Naughty Betty. "Don't you want some wine to get started?"

"I'll take mine like this!" answered Martin. And with that; he reached for the bottle of wine and dumped some all over Naughty Betty's naked breasts. He licked and drank up every drop.

See how naughty Naughty Betty can be? Just one problem: Martin was going to have to propose to her as well.

The End!

How Tibetan Snow Dictates Your Winter

Hello All:

I listened to an interesting Podcast this morning while getting ready for the day on how our brutal (and often early) winters are decided. While listening, the concept of snow and winter was so foreign to me. Living in the valley of Arizona, I've been faced with afternoon commute temperatures hovering 120 degrees. I'm sure that this sort of temperature really pushes the design limits of my poor car.  As for Winter, I won't see it. In January, it'll be beautiful weather in Arizona. But in many other places around the globe Winter is on the way. Will it be early this year?

When we think of weather and extreme conditions, we are conditioned to think of things like carbon emissions, global warming and melting glaciers... "If things don't change with the environment, I'm going to glue myself to the airstrip of a major airport and set myself on fire... Be sure to vote for the next Karl Marx so that half the country can finally be government funded transvestites and they can put THC in our drinking water!"

But, seriously! What causes a brutal winter that seems to drag on? Today's Podcast dives into some fascinating material that might initially seem like folklore and old wives tales. But , it's pure physics; all things proven to be scientifically accurate. With the approach of Winter not too far off, let's watch and wait to see if we have an early snowfall and test how true all of this is. Be sure to give the Podcast a listen.

Listen to Tibetan Snow Dictates Winter

The Knight that Escaped the Chess Board

Hello All:

I wonder how many of my original readers are still around, and if so, how many remember today's short story that was originally written in 2008. 

The Knight that Escaped the Chess Board

He stood there motionless on his usual square among the other chess pieces, and wondered what life was like beyond the chess board. The knight realized that in order to escape the chess board, the ability to move was needed. This shouldn't have been difficult since the knight was a 3-dimensional figure that existed in a 4th dimensional universe which accommodated the transition of time.

The knight concentrated with all its might until finally gaining the power to move. As soon as this new power of animation was realized, the knight hopped over the pawn that stood before him, and looked around the chess board. He looked behind, and for the first time understood that he was once an inanimate chess piece like all the other pieces lined up on the board. Now he was moving about freely while contemplating an escape.

Drawing towards the edge of the chess board to look out while considering safety; the knight took a deep breath, nudged his horse to hop off and was soon on new ground. After galloping away, he looked behind to notice that only a moment ago, he was on a small board that sat on a flat surface. Now the knight was galloping along this new, flat surface which, unknown to him, was a table.

But then there was a new edge of a flat surface with an enormous drop to a much larger surface that appeared checkered. It was similar to the chess board where the knight came from, but designed differently. Is this what exploration had in store? Was existence simply a chess board on top of a flat surface on top of a larger chess board on top of a larger flat surface? Such a theory needed verification, so he gathered the nerve to plunge off into the abyss and landed on the larger chess board.

It was a rough landing, but after traveling along the new chess board (which unknown to him was tiled floor), the knight looked back and realized that moments before he was on a table that overlooked the larger chess board. And you can imagine that while galloping along this new, larger chess board; the knight contemplated of how large it was.

But soon he reached the end of the tiled floor, and found himself on a soft, plush surface. This soft surface continued to be wandered until reaching a barrier which, unknown to him, was a screen door to what appeared to be an infinite world with no boundaries. The knight managed to open this barrier and ventured out into this infinite world with seemingly no boundaries. As he galloped along, he stopped to look behind him and realized that just moments before, he was inside a house that had flat surfaces and a table where a chess board rested.

All day long the knight galloped and explored this new world where he encountered hills, valleys, forests and lakes. It just seemed to go on forever; and the knight was satisfied that he finally found a world with no boundaries. By nightfall he got off his horse so he and his partner could have some much, needed rest. While lying on the grass and gazing up at the stars and the moon that hung in the sky, the knight suddenly wondered if he truly did make it to a world with no confines or boundaries. All day he happily explored this new world, but remained on the ground. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that there were birds flying in the sky. It only triggered the realization that he remained trapped to the confines of the Earth. He decided that in the morning he would escape the ground and see what those stars and moon were.

Awakening the following morning, he hopped back on his horse and took off at high speed while encouraging the horse to jump. But the knight quickly came back down to the ground. He tried again, jumping and jumping and jumping, but soon realized it was not easy escaping the ground. Finally he tried with all his might which resulted in his ability to escape the confines of gravity. The knight looked back and realized that moments earlier he was on an enormous sphere that contained the forests, hills and valleys along with the house that had tables where chess boards sat. The knight continued traveling farther and farther away past the Earth. He galloped past the moon and past all the planets.

Eventually, the knight realized that the Earth that he was on, some time ago, was part of a network of other planets that seemed to revolve around the sun. But soon the sun grew smaller and smaller until he realized that he escaped the confines of the solar system as well.

The knight traveled through several solar systems and wondered what confines he was in that housed all of these solar systems. And it wasn't long before he broke through the Milky Way galaxy and looked back to see where he once was.

After some time, the knight began to notice a pattern. He was traveling past galaxies that contained stars that contained planets, which possibly had seemingly endless hills, valleys, and forests. But all of these galaxies had to be confined to something. This thought just inspired him further to break the confines of whatever was housing these galaxies. Although he wasn’t aware, the knight set out on the difficult mission to break through the walls of the universe.

He looked out along the infinite and could see the edge of this confinement that he was trapped in, but just couldn't seem to reach that edge. The horse needed to travel faster, faster, faster until the knight and his horse were traveling way past the speed of light. Finally, the knight could feel that he was drawing closer to edge of his confinement. The walls of this confinement were expanding at an enormous rate and he needed to continue traveling past the speed of light to approach it.

Suddenly the knight got so close to the edge of the universe that the gravity of the expanding walls caused time to stand still. He was no longer in a 4th dimensional universe. This made animation nearly impossible for the knight. He needed to remain strong and break the confinement of 3rd dimensional reality. But soon he experienced the break down of 3rd dimensional existence as he drew closer to the walls of the universe. He didn't know this, but the very edge of the universe takes us back to when the universe was first born. It takes us back to when the universe was only two dimensional, and then one dimensional.

I don't know how he did this, but the knight remained strong enough to defeat the confines of a universe where there is no transition of time, and he followed his final one dimensional path right through the wall of the universe.

And then there was nothing. The knight was without form, without matter, without energy. The knight managed to escape the universe and travel back to a time when the universe was, well, what ever it was before it was.

Who knows where the knight is galloping off to now that he has escaped the confines of the universe? All I know is that I am short a chess piece on my chess board.

From Dropped Cake to Another Solar System

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It's Podcast Tuesday, and we offer a surreal narrative beginning with a mundane office accident involving a ruined slice of cake, which serves as a catalyst for a journey toward interstellar self-discovery. After accidentally dropping a colleague's dessert onto a filthy breakroom floor, the narrator visits a local shop that transforms from a simple bakery into a space of metaphysical revelation. The shopkeeper initially insults the man's appearance and virility, but the encounter quickly shifts into a supernatural recognition of their shared alien heritage. By the story's end, the mundane goal of replacing food is forgotten as the characters communicate through celestial languages and manipulate light to express their true, cosmic origins.

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