A Universe built upon Parody can not stand for very long!

I remember when old Rathbone first said this all those many eons ago before this Universe came into being & I find myself thinking about this more everyday. I look out to the stars from my perch beyond your concept of time & space. I see more & more of them go dark to never be seen again. But given the nature of these lights: Their origin point had already gone dark long before I saw the light. But I digress...

I look down upon this Universes' worlds to see more & more people, places, nouns of all kinds disappearing. I guess they are gone to vast expanse known to many as Comic Book Limbo but I dare not to go search for them for fear I'd be forgotten myself. I miss the adventures of such people as the stalwart Amazing Guy & his compatriots The JBH, the heroic acts of Nitz the Bloody, the boisterous nature of Donar, the works of spiffy, the amusing adventures of characters such as Nats, ManMan & his talkative kitchen utensil Knifey, De Brown Streak, Goldeneyed & others.

I sense & as others have that the Eyes that watch over this Universe on the edge of the probability curve have left. Others wonder if any of those Eyes are still watching. I as well as many other have always known that the Universe has always been in a constant state of decomposition. Life would begin, flourish, reach it's prime, it's high point & then die away to be replaced by something else. But it seems that the replenishment has started to be more infrequent. I've been noticing that some things never make it to the point it should have. It's is born & on the way to it's high point, it's prime the life dies along on the way. Which is sad since all life is precious no matter how many crappy.

I've seen many a time where life is started to be created. New Life! New Ideas! A Continuation of the species but along the way to full creation, it dies for whatever reason & disappears like it never existed. But it did for I & maybe a set of Eyes or two remember it. But that half life of memory is very short lived for other things alway become more pressing & bump this memory of special life from our minds. I like to think that this creations end up somewhere nice, a happy place, but mostly they end up as a meal for the Hero Feeders or something much worse. My heart breaks even time I think of it. I may not remember who they were but I know they existed so I guess they still exist as long as I do.

But I fear that my time is also is also coming to an end. Back when I came to view this wonderful corner of life I & it was so full of life. I came to care to for what I saw. Care so much that I too started to create life myself, at time it may have been inferior life but life none the less.

But as I've noticed the death/rebirth process slow down, some of the Eyes depart & I become distracted by other things my perchance for creating new life has always wained. I've attempted to create new life but along the way it just dies or never gets as far as being formed. Even in the life I've created in the past I'm finding less & less reason to meddle in their affairs. I dare say they may have become boring to me. I could erase them & restart them a new but why bother?

At times in the past, I've thought about leaving my perch here & flying off to other places to see what they may have for me but my ties to this perch still hold sway over my heart. What can I say? I'm nostalgic ol' bird. I fear the light are going out & am not sure how to to take it.

- Charles "Chuck",
Mischievous Pigeon of Happenstance with access to Knowledge, Magics & Magiks he really shouldn't have.