The world started to end the night the moon cracked. It wasn’t an audible crack, but the way that the world stood still and watched as the moon cracked and crinkled. The whole world stood still and with one gasp everyone united and began to pray. There was no agnostics, no atheists, all men, women, and children began to pray utterances of words that they had heard before. The entire world began to pray to God or to whatever higher power that they believed in, or heard was real. No mystics existed, no lovers of the world, no sun gods or gaias. 

This was a problem of men and how stupid he was. Men decided that if gods were real, then they would certainly love man enough to fix the problem before the dust of the moon consumed the world and froze the planet out. Three days is how long it took astronauts to get to the moon, propelled by the largest rocket engine. The moon seemed to be spreading faster and faster and the sun was getting darker and cooler.

Whatever it was the cracked the moon, whether it was an angry god or flawed man, I hoped that the giving party is happy with the result. It’s snowing now in July in Texas. We had a pool party last week and this week in the lull of prayers a snowball fight ensues. It is all we can do to keep the hopes of the children up. Hopefully this is but another trial before the world ends for good.