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To: Poet who wrote (1145)	8/29/2001 11:03:07 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (6) \| Respond to of 51717

To my wild women friends, and a few not-so-bad male people ~ The Planet is in orbit. She leaves at dawn for parts unknown. She does have a map. But it is a very big map with many pages of many places. She has no reservations. But she has a full tank of gas and a pocket full of money. The wind will blow and she will follow. As a wise woman told her many years ago, "a thing about planets is that they need something to orbit around". hmm. But we get some choice about our orbit. And so the planet will find the road and follow it till she feels that pull and lets herself be drawn to it. Because it is right. And peaceful. And quiet. And no one will know she is there, except for the gravitational pull and herself. The super freaks have taught her much about the reasons for cloaking. And the wild women much about how to get where she is going without the super freaks having a clue. She will check in late at night and pay cash, and by morning she will be gone. And one day, she will watch the moon rise in a land she has never seen before, where the cloaks of others join with hers to shield her. And there will be silence. And no one will be able to reach her save those few who cover her. And she is mad. And she doesn't care. It is her strength, and it is her escape, and in the end... it will be her power.. a power... gathered in silence. And so the planet vanishes, as the moon (which is actually a satilite) does when she rests for three days, to return later to her friends. Y'all have fun now.