THE UNIFIED THEORY OF EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

THE UNIFIED THEORY OF EVERYTHING AND NOTHING

As you journey through space and time on your mission to oblivion, you may sometimes feel a small force on the nape of your neck that you are unable to equate with the known forces about you.  However, you soon dismiss this and quickly continue with your journey.

Your progress to any destination takes place through a myriad of electromagnetic and gravitational forces that you are oblivious too. Atoms smash in to and through your body without a flinch, and radioactive waves and pulses flow through your skin and bones as if they were passing through a vacuum.

However, ever so often you feel an urge to place your hand on the base of your neck as if a pinprick or tack had momentarily penetrated your dermis. The follicles on your neck stiffen and the sweat glands pump a sticky fluid that quickly coats your cooling neck. The muscles feel tense and may begin to twitch in an uncontrolled manner.

When this happens you have experienced the "Hand of Ni" and it is always there as it propels you and your destiny towards their final destination.

Recent research has revealed that numerous archaic monolithic standing stones located throughout the Atlantic seaboard of North Western Europe, are dedicated to a previously unknown entity known as "Ni".

Furthermore, leaked reports from a respected professor of Archeology and Speleology confirm that famous cave paintings located in South West France and the Pyrenees region, depict a previously unknown entity, whose name has been deciphered as "Ni"................


 To be continued.  

THE GREAT RIFT OF AFRICA

THE GREAT RIFT OF AFRICA

Dr Doyle, Maco and the Horse checked in to the Lodge and admired the magnificent view. Wildebeest, Warthogs and Elephants paraded just outside the camps perimeter, whilst Zebra, Rhino's and Baboons eyed us with prolonged stares.

The rooms were adequate but basic, with doors that could be bolted and light fittings powered by a generator. The power would be extinguished at midnight and candles were provided, but no matches.

After a visit to the restaurant, a dump and the consumption of a large quantity of Kilimanjaro lager and whisky, the intrepid trio retired to their huts.

Dr Doyle was in a separate suite that he had reserved so that he could service the local Masai and Bantu maidens.  As such his bungalow was in a different sector to the Horse and Mac's humble abode. The journey back to the sleeping quarters was accompanied by a 7 foot tall Masai guard who had a rifle to shoot Lions, Hyenas, or any other unofficial interlopers.

As Dr Doyle was flying in a specially strengthened Air Balloon the following morning and leaving at 5 am, we agreed to accommodate his luggage,  and take it with us for forward transmission deeper in to the dark continent.

As Mac and Horse slept in there unlocked corral, the door had been left unlocked in case the intrepid Doctor Doyle required his Trunk and luggage. After a few minutes slumber the door to the Horses and Macs hut was assailed by numerous interlopers attempting ingress to the chamber. Both lay awake fully aware that there sanctuary was about to be invaded by unknown entities fiddling with the door knob and handle.

An attempt to switch the lights on was foiled by the generator curfew inflicted by the lodge management. As each bold man of arms quivered in  bed, the Horse lept from his pit, and in pitch darkness moved to the door and flung it open ready to assault the dusky murderer intending to commit a murder most foul.

As the door flung open, the Horse froze as he stared in to the laughing face of a huge red and blue Baboon. After regaining his breath and chasing the offender in to the bush, the Horse retired to his bed and slept the sleep of a  thousand lagers.

The end.