Cognito Ergo Scribo

Looking at the vast planes of El Dura, looking at the rising sand dunes that cloud the sun, looking at the blowing storms that create monster shadows, looking at all this magnificient stretch of land, Citizen Twoke wondered why was he ,always, the unlucky bastard that ends up in the middle of a big barren desert. Who could blame Twoke, except the Fine God who created this piece of barren desert, for cursing out. El Dura was exactly middle of no where, certified and classified by the department of Mathematical Deliberations as-Middle of Nowhere.

It was a tedious process that The Ministry of Mathemarical Deliberations undertook, you know, finding the middle of nowhere. They wouldn’t have undertook the ventures had it not for one stick lean, 6 feet tall, hyper active filing clerk at offcia centrale. That particular clerk has just been transferred from a decade long serving under the ministry of Philosphical Deliberations (yes, the one whose employees insist doesnt exist beause there is a possibilty is will not exist). Robed, Moved and armed with his decade long knowledge obtained from the archaic filings under the Philosophy Ministry the newest variable was welcomed with a huge pile of filings waited to be discarded off as “anamolies 1-6″ or the lucky ones as “probables”. During one of his immense searches through these barricades of mathematical hypothesis that Twoke found the archaic filing by anamolist, Reverend Fourthkey.

Now Reverend Fourthkey was one of those poor souls who was born with a rag in hand in a myriad of plastic garbage piles ,with a smile on his face. His doomed fortune was hence partly not his fault. Growing up on the late planet of foton, citizen Fourthkey was raised to praise the creator for all the magnificient piles of garbage strwen upon him, for it would have been unlucky if they were the pile of garbage. Reverend Foruthkey embraced his faith in creators good fortune with open heart, and fantastic smile. He travelled the piles spreading his idea of fortune and blessed life to truly ignorant, though pitchforks were a frequent companion of his wayward sheep in the conglomerations. On those odd days where no fire, stones or head bangs weren’t involved The Reverend would deliberate on the anaomoly as an act of complete faith and would envy the folk seriosuly for their enlightened state of blissful fulfilment.

As history shyfully indicates, the Reverend would travel extensively to spread his bliss and would known across the worlds-peaceful and cannibalistic. History would also duefully note the moment when he first landed on the dreaded planet of cannibals called *aaah* and how an extinction follwed his departure. History would also have to note the series of moments when the reverend walked the corridors of Mathemetical Deliberations as one among the mathicians. But Fan sites probably would note the Vegan conundrum that arose from the *aaah* phenomena where people wonder was it the dawn of Reverends’ bliss that lead to the vanishing act of cannibals or the dawn of the Reverends’ bliss that lead to cannibalistic wars of despair that lead ot extinction

A backstory into the insightful world of the author:

The series is the authors newest attempt at dealing with commitment issues in a creative way, besides not everyone thinks adopting a barking wagging shit machine as the firs step in dealing with commitment o phobia. The sucess of this method can be the pusblishing of the next episodes…ALl ya pshychiatrist -analysts don’t you dare replicate it without consulting fee paid to a certain paypal account