A Perfect Web

by MercurySeven

ABOUT MERCURYSEVEN MercurySeven is an Englishman. He's recently had great news on the publishing front. SIX of his books - including three novellas and a short story anthology - have been contracted for release as e-books. His favourite authors are Wells, Verne, ER Burroughs & H Rider Haggard. Favourite poets have to be Kipling & Blake. His best experiences on fanstory are his collaborations with fellow poets: *Odysseys of Time Travel (a long-running fantasy series co-authored by Sallyo). *Showdown at Greely's (a western shoot 'em up) & Cross Bones and Cursed Stones (a pirate adventure) - both in verse, both co-authored by Scarlet Affliction. A curious cocktail of dreams and cynicism, Merc tries to be polite and takes his storytelling seriously...most of the time. *Awarded Seals of Quality for: Molten Mercury H.M.S. Intrepid Supernatural Secrets Twelve Labours of Heracles He won a contest. Christmas Eve was the first place winner in the contest Good Tidings. The Seal of Quality committee has rewarded him with 4 seals. Portfolio | Become A Fan

Could it be an accident of physics like the coin that lands erect, the wave that swells a hundred feet, the lives that intersect? By happenchance, are miracles the follies of design or are they peeks at other realms, or glints of the divine? For what can spin a perfect web a thousand feet below - a grand arachnid masterpiece where ne'er a light will glow; and why would evolution bid its artist quickly die, to weave a silken wonderment and darkly know not why? Perfection? What's perfection when those microscopic flaws make nonsense of all art by way of sub-atomic laws? Are nebulae and constellations beautiful inside; celestial bodies less than perfect when they dare collide? And what are we but sparks and spume - reactions, residue, all variations from a theme we'll never quite construe? Is being in itself not just corruption from what's pure - that state of blissful ignorance, dimension-less and sure, before that 'Big Bang' drop of paint - a dab of shadow, no less - began a mini portrait; an abstract work-in-progress...?