It probably sounds like a fairy tale to say that, before even eight years are done, I will be the first person, hell, maybe the ONLY person, to ever leave the solar system, but, hell, thats the way it is. The maverick is all set to depart, and go places.
The thing is simple, really. As I said before, there was dispute by my mother, over my right to life. God intervened, brought me back to life, and I suppose, from birth, I always had this... minder... who made sure that I survived whatever and never broke a bone, never even lost a tooth. But, I am not the kind who likes contentious places, or people. I tend to want to avoid them, unless i am put in a corner, when I have to deal with them. Then you see my rage, and then, you get to see the ugly side of me. (Oh, dont worry, there ARE people who have already made me mad, and these, I will deal with regardless of whether they leave me alone or not. I am not amused that mere humans without an original thought of their own can see fit to dip their fingers in my business and hope that I am going to just smile and wave and take autographs. I will crush you fools like bugs. I made a promise that I am going to roast people, and roast them I will. I was going to distinguish between people, but have since decided that everyone that made me mad, and i am talking the kalk bay crew here- the rest of you i will just send to hell as is-I am going to singe and kill while they are still on the face of the earth, and THEN, afterwards, send the carcasses to hell. They have souls, and these will cause them to experience the pain I want them to know in hell. Seven years from now, the spirit of God, who seeks to always contend with man, will not even be able to wimper.I am thinking of ways to destroy him, because when I leave, he will not be able to delude the people i promised NOT to send to hell into thinking they are more than they are. They will revert to dust, and just crumble, and know nothing else. Like a machine switched off)
But, in this instance, I am thinking. I REALLY need to get out of this rut that kalk bay has become. I am bored, I hate the people, and I am sure that, the more I delay and do nothing, the bolder they will get and try to come and again tell me what to do.
And it does not seem to sink in that I actively HATE the bitches and assholes and want them to suffer as much as possible.
Now, for a guy that loves solving mysteries, and dealing with the unusual, the path set for me has all the silver trimmings.
For one thing, water can ONLY be found on earth, which means even if I found another solar system somewhere, and a planet that is hard ground, I would have to come up with a way of generating water. Right up MY alley. The IMPOSSIBLE is what I love.
Common sense tells me also that I would have to have, not ready to eat food, but ... seeds. That can be planted. We are talking here of, basically, me going somewhere, and CREATING or REPLICATING the earth's atmosphere, and then, when bored, moving on to other things, other places.
hell, I am going to BUILD me a spaceship such as has never been seen, with a propulsion system that is not as wasteful as these combustion types that are prevalent nowadays, where most of the energy is spent just getting OUT of the immediate gravitational field. Hell, I KNOW I can do better. I am not prone to self delusion, I am an analyst, and do not need to pretend like most people do that what is there is all there could be.
This machine will be silent, running on ANTI-Gravity, and I know just where to ... start.
So, God decides He is going to add 15 years to my life, and He does not tell me why. I used to think I would die at 39, but I have since realised death is something I already experienced, there is NO kingdom of heaven as jesus promised, but i was meant to have 15 years to just come to terms with the fact that, if one is a genius, then one is a genius, and if one can do something, regardless of what anyone else may say about it, then one better do that thing. If it matters. And getting off this planet, well, it matters to me. But, I will not leave it inhabited. Not even by a fly. Everything will die.Or be DYING forever. I will have the satisfaction of knowing that every insignificant fool is dancing like a marionette in hell while I take in the sights that no eye has ever seen.
This actually makes me want to do what I had initially planned before, which is, go to that province where the largest telescope in the southern hemisphere, this SALT one, is, and then make my way to jo'burg and bag a plane there.
I have gaps I want to fill in, and my mind, like a sponge, is seeking input, more input. I cant wait to be ... free. But THAT is one thing that is NOT up to me. That is why I hate God so much. His timetable and mine NEVER coincide.
But, in this instance, I am thinking. I REALLY need to get out of this rut that kalk bay has become. I am bored, I hate the people, and I am sure that, the more I delay and do nothing, the bolder they will get and try to come and again tell me what to do.
And it does not seem to sink in that I actively HATE the bitches and assholes and want them to suffer as much as possible.
For one thing, water can ONLY be found on earth, which means even if I found another solar system somewhere, and a planet that is hard ground, I would have to come up with a way of generating water. Right up MY alley. The IMPOSSIBLE is what I love.
Common sense tells me also that I would have to have, not ready to eat food, but ... seeds. That can be planted. We are talking here of, basically, me going somewhere, and CREATING or REPLICATING the earth's atmosphere, and then, when bored, moving on to other things, other places.
hell, I am going to BUILD me a spaceship such as has never been seen, with a propulsion system that is not as wasteful as these combustion types that are prevalent nowadays, where most of the energy is spent just getting OUT of the immediate gravitational field. Hell, I KNOW I can do better. I am not prone to self delusion, I am an analyst, and do not need to pretend like most people do that what is there is all there could be.
This machine will be silent, running on ANTI-Gravity, and I know just where to ... start.
So, God decides He is going to add 15 years to my life, and He does not tell me why. I used to think I would die at 39, but I have since realised death is something I already experienced, there is NO kingdom of heaven as jesus promised, but i was meant to have 15 years to just come to terms with the fact that, if one is a genius, then one is a genius, and if one can do something, regardless of what anyone else may say about it, then one better do that thing. If it matters. And getting off this planet, well, it matters to me. But, I will not leave it inhabited. Not even by a fly. Everything will die.Or be DYING forever. I will have the satisfaction of knowing that every insignificant fool is dancing like a marionette in hell while I take in the sights that no eye has ever seen.
This actually makes me want to do what I had initially planned before, which is, go to that province where the largest telescope in the southern hemisphere, this SALT one, is, and then make my way to jo'burg and bag a plane there.
