By Bob Wood
A deserted old railroad track ran just outside West Point, a small town that reeked of it’s paper mill. The station master was killed there while carrying his lantern; his head being severed from his body, it’s said. Legend has it that late at night, when conditions are right, you can still see the light of his lantern on the track.
High schoolers liked to take dates to seek “The Light” in the gloom; most never did … but pursued other delights. I was enjoying other delights with my date when suddenly she stiffened … and breathlessly exclaimed, “I see the Light!”
I am pleased to announce that The Chamber Magazine is now live. Issue 1 contains a short story by George Gad Economou, a poem by FRED, and a non-fiction article by John A. DeLaughter on H.R. Giger.
Happy New Year to all my followers! I hope you had a safe, happy, and enjoyable ringing-in of 2017 and that the rest of the year will continue to be as joyful or even better. 😊✌️🥂🍾
This long process may say something about mankind’s mentality and the tendency of the universe to balance things out (though this may be apparent only to me because I tend to have a touch of Taoism in my personal philosophy). First, mankind is surrounded my death and suffering and, seeing that his existence will ultimately end in death, develops the idea that there is rebirth and renewal after death. Now, in the high-tech modern world, where death is not as pervasive at all stages of life as it once was (this does not include third-world countries where poverty, disease, and starvation are still rampant), death is more and more made sport of while our writers and media develop nastier and nastier forms of death and of the afterlife/damnation to follow. When death is abundant and feared, people look for life, but where life is abundant and easy people become fascinated with death.
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