(photo credit angelinacupcake)
Stretch wide, but not yet past your hurting point, says this reporter, for the answer is closer to a V than you might think.
What was once Tomorrow was part of a large family pattern known as the Future. Everyday, the Future lays one egg. From this egg, the Day After Tomorrow (tDAT) hatches. Once tDAT is mentioned enough in believer aids like manual planners, iCalenders, nu-tech Podroids, and most especially the ever-jogging thoughts of those jittery Anticipationists, the elements of tDATineers (tDAT believers) unite and approach the form, function, and sense of a fruit. TDat, once bonded together with Minnesota ketchup and the belief in Soon, is realized, and blooms into a fully ripe Tomorrow. Tomorrow is then plucked, skinned, and ready for feasting on.
The eggs of tomorrow face many challenges. They come in a variety of colors, sizes and markings; some even have speckles.
One Anticipationist (AKA farmer) remarked, "Tomorrow, et hadda faceonit! I wahhnted ta pokeit inthe-eye, I did! Butit wuudent be ahhble ta seeee if ah did thay-et. Juss fer funn, I was wahhhnteng to!"
The resulting matter, as with so many of these eggs, is that they are prepared for Today, but no one is ever full, and then we exercise. When you exercise without enough energy, you get sick, and presumably will react with a body-mind movement known as 'regurgitation.'
Every day, over 6 billion people get sick with regurgitation, but we fail to acknowledge our common experience, due to the mystery of Time (also a byproduct of "science" explained by a sub-sect of explainers called Mathematicians (sort of rhymes with putaway-the-dishes)). Where does our regurgitation go?
Into the Pacific Ocean. And what mindless, snacking creatures live in the Pacific Ocean?
Right.
Fish.
Fish have been growing stronger for centuries, and people, who have legs, aren't sure why, even though we call ourselves tDATineers and inventors and believers. Thus, our habits force us in the direction of consciousness, and people cannot remain uncertain about the future of these thriving fish for long. We must speculate about why the fish are becoming stronger, because the conclusions reached in the x-x-paragraph make the answer clear: the fish are eating the remains of Today. Some call these leftovers "puke". Others refer to it as puke.
Whatever your preferred term for the remains doesn't matter. You can call it what you'd like, but the fish are getting full, and soon they will mutate into dinosaurs (again).
So, do you believe in tomorrow? Or do you grieve yesterday? Is there a choice here? Do we need more dinosaurs? We began with one question, and spawned four more. Yesterday was unique, and our selective memory will draw many inspirations from you.
