From Andromeda, the galaxy looked like just another fuzzy point of light
dotting the infinite void of the cosmos. As he approached close enough, he
noticed its spiral shape with its arms of higher concentrations of stars. Located
about two thirds out from the centre, in one of the spiral arms, was the small
solar system that was his destination. Its young star had spawned ten planets
and faithfully held them in perfect balance as it gave them its gravity, heat and
light. In its life sphere, that is the sphere of space around itself where water
existed as liquid, solid and gas, the young star had formed its life planet.
Through it, he believed, the star expressed its consciousness and its spirit. How
exquisitely beautiful the life planet appeared to him, floating out there with its
dead moon for company. He thought that it looked almost like a carbon copy of
What a contrast it was to what he had just rendezvoused with on the way
there. The fifty miles long, twenty miles wide boulder encrusted ice block he
checked out on the way wasn’t streaming a comet tail yet, but it still looked
menacing as hell. He knew that the tail would appear when it got close enough
to the star; around about the orbit sphere of the sixth planet of the solar system
As he approached the life planet, he admired its most striking feature,
water. He flew towards the warmer, southern hemisphere where he saw a very
large island surrounded by expansive oceans. He slowly began his descent
through the atmosphere. On the spur of the moment he chose to aim his
intergalactic cruiser towards the most easterly point on the east coast of the
island, because he liked the way it jutted out into the great ocean.
A metallic blue, 1963 Holden Premier turned right just after passing
through the green tunnel formed by the two rows of giant Strangler Figs
growing on either side of The Pacific Highway. The sign at the turnoff said
Byron Bay, 6 km. On its roof racks the Premier carried the precious cargo that
