I am reading a book entitled Nuclear War. It is the most detailed account of what comprises nuclear war including the lead-up to it and its development as well as the aftermath. It is not a fiction story.

The book points out that an incoming nuclear warhead can not be detected for anti-missile assault until it rises over the horizon. Then the ‘Star Wars’ protection is not better than a bullet shooting another bullet. It usually fails.

I have wondered what was just over the horizon. Perhaps good is coming my way or evil. The limitations of being human are profound. Some suspected that over the horizon was the end of the earth. There you fell to oblivion.

Our telescopes are out and extended. Our sailor has climbed up to the crow’s nest. The navigator has plotted our course and the waters are choppy with ten-foot waves.

A lighthouse appears at the crest of the horizon. Everyone is seasick as the sailboat tosses and turns and rises up when the massive wave strikes it and then precipitously falls back to the ocean floor. Walking is unheard of and crawling is the order of the day.

A Seamonster appears before us. The Monster is hydra-headed and mad. His massive tail whacks the bow of the ship and sends it reeling in a pirouette. Now we can not see the lighthouse as we are dizzy from the Seamonster spinning our sailboat and the sky has turned dark as night. The monster is between our line of sight and the lighthouse. We struggle forward as the ocean behind us has fashioned itself as a black hole and is swallowing everything that it can draw into it. The ship’s captain waves at us as he is drawn into the black hole and cries for us to release the bombs.

The lighthouse is peaceful. It has the spirit of love and harmony the message of Christ.

Cicadias are chirping. Ants are building a new home… ‘I guess we showed them,’ the old man said from his home in the earth…