That was fifty years ago. Most of us have never touched the ground. Up in our own dwellings, we cannot grow food because we have no ground. Ultimately we must rely on meager charity to survive, while watching the ground people prosper. I wish I could see one of these televisions our elders spoke of. Seeing an image from the past! The closest we have to that is writing. But soon that will all change. One of our trodding friends procured a copy of Gray’s notes. He believes he has found a way to reverse this process.

Our fate is in God’s hands. Now I see why He created the rule of gravity, and every rule. I hear those on the ground envy us. They do not know their own fortune…