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Originally published on the Ground Zero website, this was a parable illustrating the reaction of people to the possibility of life existing outside of this world, or even outside of this dimension.  It was part of a larger editorial, which is available to read on Clyde's website.  My thanks to Clyde Lewis for his permission to reprint it here.
                                        Kaolin, Epetai

An Editorial by Clyde Lewis

         "We deal now not with things of this world alone, but with the ultimate conflict
         between a united human race and the sinister forces of some other galaxy"
         --General Douglas Macarthur, 1962

         In our modern religions and philosophies there seems to be no passage of scripture set
         aside or verse annotated that addresses the various other worlds within our world that
         sustain life.

         Cynical science will tell us that there are no other worlds outside this one yet from our
         vantage point we see worlds or kingdoms that exist in infinite numbers, from animals, to
         insects, bacteria and single celled organisms.

         With this thought in your head understand that worlds without number exist in various
         forms on this planet and with that fact blaring at you, it can’t be too far of a stretch to
         consider the world beyond this one.

         However it is becoming increasingly difficult to get information about that world, or to
         prove that the world even exists. Until then, it will always remain as the world that the
         poets, dreamers and philosophers have written about.

         When we come close to proving that this world exists, there are those who wish to silence
         it, discredit it, devalue it, use it as a weapon, and debunk it.

         In frustration I wrote a parable about the world inside a refrigerator and applied it
         metaphorically to our own existence and whether or not there is a world beyond this one.
         In a strange way it explains the plight of the experiencers and how each of their stories are
         unique yet they explain the very same phenomenon.

         The Parable of the Moldy Cheese

         A Mold on a piece of cheese was in a refrigerator overhearing the conversation between
         the other foods and was getting quite annoyed.

         " I am so sick and tired of hearing these stories about the bright light and how all of you
         claim that you are being taken away and having horrible things done to you!" he groaned.

         "I have seen nothing that proves that when the light comes on we go anywhere. I have
         been sitting here for the longest time and I haven’t moved at all."

         The green onion upon hearing the mold’s irritating babble muttered –

         "I know that when I see the light something strange happens, I heard a rumor that
         sometimes little green onions like me are taken out of our cool little home and are placed
         on huge tables and are diced into little pieces."

         The milk bottle nodded and said,

         "Oh yes I know what you mean, I see the bright light flash and then something takes out my
         liquids and then puts me back, I’ve had friends who have been drained completely and
         then they are thrown out into a huge holding area that crushes them eventually."

         The moldy cheese scolded the milk bottle by saying,

         "You sit in the dark, like all of us and you wouldn’t be able to tell if you have sprung a leak?
         Milk Bottles like you spring leaks all the time, I believe that you are defective and that you
         are imagining things!"

         Suddenly there was a burst of bright light and after the blindness subsided the moldy
         cheese noticed that a couple of Eggs had left.

         The Mold on the Cheese began to wonder if he was being tricked and asked

         "Are you trying to pull a fast one? Where are the other eggs, where did they go?"

         The other eggs looked at each other and one spoke,

         "They have been taken and they have been broken! A creature with large hands broke
         three and began to beat them! I then heard them sizzle in a horrible way and then we saw
         the bright light and ended up here."

         The mold then said

         "You see? You see? None of you can get your stories straight, The green onion claims
         that his buddies were diced after the light came on, The Milk bottle says that he is drained
         of his contents when the light comes on, and now the eggs are beaten and broken. Why
         do these things always happen to you when nothing is happening to me?"

         The Milk bottle then said "It happens to everyone sooner or later, something we can’t
         explain shakes us up and makes us wonder if we are alone, every experience is unique to
         you and everyone interprets it differently."

         The Mold then said "Well that’s fine for you, but I haven’t experienced anything out of the
         ordinary. There is nothing to show me that there is anything special here.

         In unison the milk bottle, the green onion, and the eggs exclaimed

         "What about the light in the sky?"

         The mold quickly answered,

         "The light appears all the time, I have been here the longest and as far as I can remember
         it has appeared and disappeared, it just happens, there is nothing causing it to happen it
         just is. The light and the cheese is all I know, and that is all I believe in and there is no
         leaky milk bottle, paranoid onion, or persecuted egg that will convince me otherwise!"

         The Milk bottle, the green onion, and the eggs gave up in frustration. To the mold the
         cheese was the universe and no one could tell him that there was anything beyond it.

         There are so many worlds within and without our own world that it can only stand to reason
         that perhaps we, like the mold in the parable are only seeing the cheese and not what is
         beyond it.  

Copyright 2000 by Clyde Lewis
reprinted by permission of the author