Though scientists, physicists, microbiologists, what have you, have long thought the earth was kept in balance and on course by the tilt of its axis, total mass, and the battling speeds of revolution versus rotation (certain religious groups may lay claim to it being the hand of god, however that was debunked long ago) new information has recently surfaced, which completely denies such allegations: it is the distribution of people on the planet that keeps the balance.
All of our tiny little bodies spread out everywhere buying cars, shooting out bullets and hairspray, cashing checks we received from the jobs we hate, lighting cigarettes and incense and candles—all this is what evens things out on this sopping wet orb floating through the ether.
There are no deity-created archetypes of perfection to strain after other than keeping our (here, the question of ownership must be raised) oversized sphere from knocking heels, boots, or any other type of shoe together with the other pool balls out in this cavity we have aptly named “space.”
Now bereaved of this higher order we thought existed for so long, memories and various nostalgia may adhere where they shouldn’t at times. For instance, when eating a fudgesicle, you may have visions of nursing homes, catheters, and miles upon miles of pills to keep your body healthy instead of the summer where you and the other neighborhood children cooked eggs on your driveway—being only nineteen years old, this may shock most teenagers who slide their tongues along those frozen, chocolate-brown sticks. At other times, what once, as a forty-five year old, reminded you of the camping trip you took with your father after your mother divorced him, may now inseminate a slideshow of the digital camera you filled with the fourth boy you thought you loved during your sophomore year of college. And post realizing the real reason for balance we will, just like these misplaced memories, often find ourselves kissing the lips we previously found grotesque or even allow lovers inside our souls who we know will break our hearts, given enough time.
All this being said, there is hope, or so some think, but disappointment follows stoutly. It is a decision left to the deciders as to whether they desire a glimmer snuffed by a sour downfall or just a mediocre, level and balanced existence as they attempt to keep this world from being drawn into that mammoth fireball so far off in the distance.
