Christian, Uh oh. I accepted "How It All Began" in November. I haven't looked at ezone lately, so I don't know if we got it in. (I never have any sense of when the next episode is coming out.) Here it is again: How It All Began It was long ago when the world was somewhat flatter that the first farmer gave up growing rope in order to cultivate rats, charmed by the dears hustling to make the earth a labyrinth, an unseen order of soil and chips of lightning driven cruelly down the path of most resistance up straight into untouched air where the drill bits turned molten but not too soon, for the blood and rust machine shook and all at once a hundred million differentials meshed and up stood civilization on its own hind legs yowling for the flash and tonnage of razor cathedrals tumbled in the battle-lit night of smoke and flame cheerless as chaos and the grim expectation of the last command which, when it came, split open the planetary skull out of which cracked pot invisible consciousness grew, sent levers to the base of the buried sun, lifted the mean god into life and everlasting misunderstanding to shine on the clouded dawn of ratkind, who, in ceremonious appreciation, gave the last farmer land flat enough to look like home, although it smelled infested. I have about four messages worth of submissions collected up right now. I'll go ahead and check them out right away. Freeman p.s. I've been okay. Not working much, but busy writing things for church and dabbling at music composition. (When my time with Karl is up and I'm on my own for a while again, I'm definitely going to take a music theory class.) The Christmas pageant was a success this year, both from a crowd-pleasing and artistic standpoint, and I'm now working on stuff for Easter. And hey, I recently got an idea for a new website that I'm going to want to run by you some time (but I don't feel like typing it all out right now!) How've you been? How are Rich and Martha and the kid?