Feb 06, 2010 10:45 PM GMT
Picture if you will an orange. There is absolutely nothing special about it. What it will do is something entirely different. Right now all you have to know about it is that it's going on a journey. It sits tittering on the very edge of a hill, the wind inching it along the transition of a moment between moving and not moving. Then finally it starts rolling downhill.
The orange continued to roll down the hill pushing ever further into incredulous speeds. It rolled past a blind camel, a gay stripper and for some strange reason a flaming refrigerator.
It didn't care. It couldn't care. It was movement personified.
The orange hurtled faster and faster down the hill speeding it's way to a rather odd destiny.
Oranges don't have any precognition. They don't have any sense of what's to come. It can't. It's a fucking orange.
So it was not surprised when it hit the bottom of the hill and pushed up the next smaller hill by it's own momentum. It was not surprised when it slingshot into the air, arced through the sky and was gone.
Meanwhile pacing about in a ripped up warehouse, the doctor knew the police would be on him soon. He had to escape.
It's too bad for the good doctor that this would not be so. He choose a rather inappropriate time to look up at the skylight and an orange, moving at terminal velocity, flew through the skylight and hit him right between the eyes.
For Everything.....There is a reason.