Sentimental wastelands abound in the South,
though the nearby planets prosper and continue to thrive.
Ratings rise or fall, according to the chance of the moment,
answering the need for boundaries to which they all must strive.
When the Northmen come down to visit or parley, invariably they
bring with them their flowery emotion, murky attitudes, and
elevated ideas of love and rage, of friendship and petulance.
Ratings grow tense at these time, striking levels of resistance, for
rare is the Southerner who fails to be annoyed by their love-ridden,
oft-times senseless drive.

Young townsmen try to run them out, albeit illegally, hoping to quell
the restless feeling of being alive.
Sometimes they succeed. And their peace returns.
Sometimes they do not, and chaos plays havoc with their well-timed city.
In these uncertain times, they eye the ratings worriedly, also heartburn and
ulcers arrive, further upsetting their wasteland of success.
“We run an even keel,” they boast, “and do what we can to survive.”
Claim they have no need for such Northern nonsense as “following one’s heart”
and further excessive pomposity.
Southerners enjoy steady ratings, not Northern wall-bouncing, extremist ones.

The townsmen try harder, as quietly, as evenly as illegally as they can.
Very often, the Northmen tire of the stressful “communication” and return to their
Northern planet to live happily among their natural rainforests of idealized love,
from which their beliefs derive.

To talk the walk of the innocent,
Is to walk the walk of the damned,
as is the damned the very same as the innocent.

Both maintain a motionless stance.

Copyright 1995. MDS. All Rights Reserved

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“A war, long and fierce, engulfed the planet; brother amassed against brother.
There was death and destruction both north and south.”

– 2002, The Lost Book of Enki, by Zechariah Sitchin.