BtZ42 Read: The weight of a rainbow

[Ian Livingston]

Before we leave Pirate to his banana breakfast, let's get back to the V-2.
He sees it's first rise above the eastern horizon, presumably just before
sunrise, as a new star, then he watches the contrail lengthen and surmises
what he is witnessing, recognizing it as "incoming mail."

All that is well and good. The rocket is the symbol of the newly awakened.
The age of rockets has begun, along with all its chilling angst. Pirate
shows us how angst works in a life, as he ponders his sudden, violent death
that might come at any moment, rendering his ultimately meaningless, and as
he picks his bananas to share with his comrades below decks, if you will,
he notices the physical and psychological attributes of fear without a
clear and present threat, only a damoclean sword waiting to fall--maybe
directly upon his head. His head is what becomes empty in its own defense;
yet his actions are directed toward the mindless pleasure of bananas at
breakfast time.

Still, he carries the weight of rockets' as they rise in the east and fall
on the west. Don't we still, though the rockets now threaten to rise out of
our own backyards? Isn't that a big part of why Korea is in the news so
often with their struggle to enter into the Rocket Age? We must keep our
angst if we are to remain mindless enough to follow the prompts we are
given.

I woke wondering how much a rainbow might weigh, with all those billions of
water droplets. And what does the great white rocket really mean, anyway?
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