The Big One

I doze off into that perfect space between dreaming and reality, where each face grows longer, and eyes deeper, and all of the sudden my feet are tingling and I pray for 'The Big One'. 'The Big One' is a concept I only recently learned how to toy with. We need have 'any' where I came from, let alone some bigger than others. It is terrifying and dreamy at the same time. Knowing that each second of this listless rest will be countered with one second of violent shaking. It is just wonderful to know that in an instant, I may never have to deal with that broken elevator, that tricky lock, or that creaky stool ever again. The prospect of the earth like liquid beneath my toes- terror seeping up from the molten core, turning men to monsters. Everything you once thought of as home, gone. Crumbled to pieces, covered with silt and filth. This is what they mean when they say 'The Big One'. Not one to be taken lightly be any means. Maybe this is scene is the cause and the solution. Maybe it does takes great tragedy to bring about great strength. Maybe I’ve never crawled down deep to once again rise above the oppressive weight of the sky. Maybe this terror is really hope. Maybe that is why 'The Big One' scares the shit out of me.