The Day Fort Nugotank Stunk

   

     The accused woman spy was hanged. The fort was tense with suspense from waiting for the dreaded moment. Now it was over. It was reminiscent of being in a time around the same time as Renfield's disease was coined and it was still unclear to me why the others were enjoying the hanging. As if in a dream, I went along the road to pass the barracks. As I rounded the barracks on my way to my car for a 10-day furlough away from the fort, a soldier from inside the barracks came dramatically out of the barracks and fired into the air and then into the ground in front of the barracks. He wore a wooden expression and I ducked into my car hurriedly, started the engine, and really stepped on the gas to get away from there. The soldier went back into the barracks. I wondered what was happening, but I wanted to drive straight out of that place and off the fort. However, by the time I reached the main gate, the sentry had been alerted to the incident I had passed. I was ordered to go back to my barracks and wait for the general inspection and the investigation of the barrack's incident. 

     As I turned around and drove back, I began to identify with the soldier, for every vibration on the humid air was offering me a rapid transfusion to more clarity. The fort guards' van was outside the barracks. It always had meant to me that it had been impossible for our sanity to comply with supplying troops to the war, and also the hanging of the spy was still fresh. It was something like awakening in a dream to a world of reparation and underdeveloped preparation. I watched the soldier being escorted away by the guards and then I went inside.

     The barracks reminded me of living like the tiny ants, being acerb in ways (especially when they bite a living, fleshy being), was a pivoting reason to believe in what was stingy. Authority was stingy. Everyone acted like the red ants and knew that the red ones can sting quite sharply. Other living things are poisonous or disease-carrying and, well, earthly, but the flame of facing the alter-ego world of insects was over everyone.

     Eventually, my leave papers were inspected. I finally understood the soldier had known the spy and had flipped out. He maintained she was innocent and that she was framed, so off to the top-security prison on the fort to await court martial he went. It seemed to make sense to him that he had been expiated from qualifying as one of the relatives of these various insect kinds of species by his God given ethereal nature and, from a feminist view, the spy also may have only been an innocent witch who was mistakenly involved in the recent assassination of a general. They would probably hang him now too.

     There was a cave in the woods near the fort. It was a good walk in the forest from the fort. Both cave and fort were in a place called Nugotank. The secret way to the river was through the cave. I followed the crooked paths in the woods to the cave, looking for 'the answer' by a beam of sunlight, a light ray streaming into the woods. Hence, by the 'allomerism' (same in crystalline form, but different in constitution) in sunlight, I saw the sight known as 'a moving transmission of inflorescence' (black light), the nature of electrolytes. It was as the diffraction, the breaking up of a ray of light into dark and light bands, or into colored bands of the spectrum. Therefore, I thought, as one might say diffraction of sound, or noise and sound waves, is infrasonic of various amplitudes, so could these light waves be of different altitudes. I got in my car and drove there now.

     The cave was once a magazine cave, a cave of the War of 2004 or earlier, probably the Civil War of 2002 and quite possibly slightly earlier. 'Magazine cave' was located next to a clearing. Seen by its holes in the side of a hill, it could have been an old sewage tunnel; but, it was a magazine cave. It showed signs of evolution. Glorious and brave memories were still 'in black and white' on the cave's dirt walls. A vivid impression of soldiers tramping on the footpaths, still in limbo, was rank just outside the slim cave windows made by crevices in the rocks. I believed the limbo 'noise' outside the 'windows' could be seen as the universal joint of its gravitational field and luminous energy. It seemed to me to be where all energy became one whole motion.

     There was not any other representation of this diffraction to me when the torture of the soldier began, but the scientific explanation that it all began with the Big Bang was a distinct choice I could have made. We seldom distinguish light as the matter and illusion to discern from its function, allowing us to see into what is only unlimited possibility. By the variability in weather and the unchanging crystalline form of the air, we ourselves pertain to this sight. I knew this was true.

     It was possible to find a silver coin or a bullet's blank in the cave that ran alongside the fort down to the Nugo River, a distance of about fifteen city blocks. All that remained at the top was a small room and one of a slightly larger size. It was rumored that relics such as shells, machine-guns, and bits of uniforms were earlier finds in its depths into the tunnel. I do not think I will argue it was anything but a magazine cave. I went there several times and saw war relics, but I wondered why it was not of interest to the authority at the fort any more. It just was there, sleeping in its iron history.

     From this I saw in a shakedown there is a parallel between medium and function. It is something I've seen is possible, considering the rainbow rings of planet Saturn, and this synthesis insists electromagnetic energy explain positively charged m=zIt (m=mass, z=electrochemical equivalent, I=current, and t=time) is negatively charged electromagnetic energy by its protective conductor, or positively charged by the existence of current through the conductor. It resembled the law of gravity (F m1 m2/d2) in that the cycloid would exist between the two masses before and on impact. If that is distinguished from accelerated radiation (synchrotron radiation), the explanation would be about highly dense matter and not how its visibility grows as it becomes brighter and more disintegrating, such as would the gaseous nebulae of a star and a star of similar polarity. If matter so distant and so dense is as bright as the infra-effulgence by the sun, its visibility was penetrable at barycenter of its angular momentum. That is when scientists start to refer to it, instead changing the subject to light. Instead of changing the subject to light, scientists should stay where the planet started to fly apart into its lapideous icy layer. It was in this case the cave reminded me of the limbo, the undead soldiers in their constant activity joined the living ones, a mergence into the actual, a continued darkness searching for the light.

     There is the magnetism in biopoiesis. Whereas "spontaneous generation" (Encyclopedia Britannica; Online) is the hypothetical living organisms develop from nonliving matter, the basic chemical unit in abiogenesis might be carbon and water, or ash, and the amino acid in plasma--gravitational collapse's thermodynamic heat--or energy. Entropy is X is the quantity of disorder in a system. As a budding scientist, I wondered--is it equilibrium or entropy? It was only movement to me.

     The Doppler Shift is blue light is approaching and red light is receding, but no two objects are explainable within a system. The spectrum proves the distance. The objects are small in a large system and large in a small system, but blue and red--the colors in fire. It was the law of objects cannot be the same temperature, as no two bodies are the same temperature for heat to flow.

     My reasoning was pure as rain and Nature in the woods is as beautiful as its ethereal greenery and ether lush soil. It told me everything. As the 'ants' grow older, the same kind of sight of dust, seen by the antiquarian visions of fluorescence and sunlight, compares the leaders of past governments of history to the present leaders changing into what can actually be seen retiring to a joke on them. While notoriety go to their own graveyards exchanging the dust with the limbo, this inspiring allusion is what people remember by the deity system of government, and then they breathe mystery into what becomes the truth about when important people die. However, apparently that there is a Soul as such, as long as governments simply bandy by the disguise based on history's primitive past and scientists reconnoiter to the nature element, is the joke. The story of the disguise is similar to the Tower of Babel story, the story of building a tower to represent every tongue. That all races would live together understanding one another, in this case, meant all species.

     Finally, I could leave. I parked my car just off the post to think. So, there I sat in my car outside the post, considering that when humans grow old and the biological clock slows way down, almost everyone has thought of magic at some point. The body looks haggard and run-down, the mind sometimes grows feeble, and old age is such a long existence. By analogy, God's plan for all species to understand one another was idealized by the 'all races' thing of the Babel Tower. These ancient towers 'seen' out on the horizon even as mere smoke stacks are seen hurling smoke up through their chimneys and even such as everyone does live by the buildings that are familiar to them. A dyne (for units of measure in physics also intimate that we need caution) like motion that is near to us is the power to ascribe to extraordinary relief (dÿnamis is Greek for 'power' and dÿnasthai is 'be powerful'). The smoke from real smoke stacks looks wonderfully like smoke signals when joining catalysts in the atmosphere and, thanks to there being motion and similarity, we think we are relieved the impact of one gram for one second to go one centimeter way.

     I could see the problem lay where some white-collars in the army forgot about being workers when they started to live with the myth that the blue-collars were their slaves. They forgot to include themselves in the category called 'workers.' They ignored their own survival policy in favor of an overall policy of watching subordinates work to earn money to survive. They became poisonous spiders. They started to wonder about the government's policy where it affected their businesses and lines of work. Thinking thus and forming their own policy, they allowed, since the blue-collars were like their slaves, the unemployed must be more than their slaves. These were their ultra-slaves. Overall, when one can simply rightly pinpoint without needing to concoct what reasoning the wayward white-collars who make policy see (as these are always assessing blue-collars for the ability to help them with their ideals), they are considered a bad influence on blue-collars. They are eliminated unless they are ultra conformist.

     I realized that pointing out this flaw would enlighten many as to who the real workers are, even when they are not employed in the sense of having actual employment. This is very important, because 'slave work' is real productivity disguised for the government adjustments. (Perhaps it is also disguised because it is productivity, but government workers must think it and therefore the government needs a disguise.) Many 'slaves' selected for promotion into the ranks of the white-collars feared elimination from the policy-makers who wanted the evidence of practical adjustments to be destroyed. The government that gets more than its rightful due from the proletariat and struggling to be employed masses does not demonstrate ruling with an understanding of value.

     Likewise, the people that understand value can only meet hardship and stay where they cannot count or lead. This kind of government kills two birds with one stone, hence accomplishing a rare government feat__belief in productivity that leads to government workers being able to think that understanding the value will stand for the government's ability to re-value the policy.

     For example, in working with government demographics, some of the political policy-making usually promises to hire more employees to lessen unemployment. However, the flaw of being the unemployed helps a government like that think these are helped to think they should go to work, and this is all the government needs to do. Once it is accomplished and the government is satisfied being the crank is more helpful than actually giving the unemployed jobs (because the unemployed needing jobs is really good for a satisfying aristocracy), making the crank and disguising the adjustment the government needed to make is the aristocratic belief that wisdom has been illustrated.

     Apparently, the soldier was a friend of the personal doctor of an important general at the fort. He knew the general had a weak heart. When his girlfriend became an aide in the general's offices, he was able to observe the situation more fully. The general was extremely ill and did not control his eating and drinking habits that contributed to his worsening condition. When the general drank too much one evening and collapsed dead, the aide was accused of poisoning the general. The doctor tried to make the soldier see reason about the contrivance; however, the soldier could not and was arrested. The aide was tried and convicted of the poisoning by circumstantial evidence; the doctor planted the poison in the woman's desk, where the police found it.

     The fort's avenue was one the same with the town and, when it was not on the fort, it became a tree-lined boulevard for a few miles before the town started. I turned onto Freedom Street.