By Doug “Uncola” Lynn via TheBurningPlatform.com
At the onset of the apocalypse just as a fog settled into the valleys like lingering smoke from distant battlefields, a man struggled up the mountain to see what he could see. There, he found clarity above the clouds and while seeing the shadows below. He could also see other mountain tops in the distance and other climbers sending messages as if by firelight; or, rather, electronic reflections on flashing screens.
In the upper elevations the air was cool and bright. The sun shone unhindered against a blue canopy like a candle held high and the brilliant stars at night blinked and twinkled as friendly eyes in the ether . The man had words he wanted to share with the other climbers as well as those residing in the valleys below, so he built a platform and set upon it a billboard where words were posted for all to see. Others responded to the man’s messages and many even joined him on the mountain as the man would even place the words of other climbers from their own lofts on the distant mountaintops.
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