Upon the seventh layer of the cosmic turtle on which the earth rest, there lies a wheel made of oak with a lining of brass, and every rotation of the wheel signified the spinning of yet another strand of the eternal web of space and time. And each thread of the web is made up of the dreams from the cosmic turtle as it drifts along through creation.
And the web divides the ether into two parts, the day and the night, and around the web is eternal twilight. And as the web continues on so does the twilight. And day side of the web shines like bright fire in the glory of the Sun, and the night side of the web shimmers as fine diamonds in the glow of the Moon. The clouds serve as the smoke for the day fire, and the stars are reflections of the diamonds upon the black mirror of the night.
And my parents bought me at K-Mart.
I was a Blue Light special.