. . . . . Origins of these eight golafe remain a mystery. Six golafe are still in Cosmos, while the oldest, Smietank and Temprasl, parents of the other six, have perished to Wondeath. Those six original golafe tell us that they remember only the roaming, the wandering, the seeking and . . . the finding!

. . . . . What they found far, far distant from all civilization in that empty region of space called Cosmos, was a curstar. Nearly the size of the monstrous quarzh, a curstar is a great, round spinning mass of mostly hydrogen. The curstar they chanced upon was larger and brighter than anything they had ever seen before. Temprasl began her music, an ancient rhythm, unheard-of vibrations. Then Smietank joined her. Their music seemed to fill Cosmos as the oldest child, Jovishé, began to chant. One by one, the next youngest added a voice to their song. Gahn, then Setané, Lambia, Maton and Faun writhed 'round the burning hydrogen. Maton used his math prowess to derive the element types and amounts that would result from the explosion. He found this curstar to be just the right size to meet golafe needs and desires. Music and beat were raised to feverish pitch. Golafe sang and danced around the curstar until the New Event. As matter surged outward from the curstar, their enchanting music gradually slowed. When the music became as a heartbeat, Cosmos began to form new clusters, new galaxies, new stars and new life.

. . . . . And the time was equal to eighty-three billion present laps of the Earth around the Sun ago, which we of course call years.

. . . . . It is only within the last twelve billion years or so that cosmic peace has not been the norm. In nearly a hundred trillennia, only a small fraction of that time has been spent in all-out war. It began when Setané decided that he wanted Temprasl as his mate. It turns out that he had a secret agenda. Setané, who was far too young to be qualified, wanted the post of elder. He wanted the respect received by Smietank. Setané had a burning desire to rule Cosmos. And most of all, he was tired of peace; lusting for battle, Setané provoked Smietank.

. . . . . The older Temprasl put wisdom away for a time. She stayed with Setané, at first as his prisoner and then by choice. While Smietank and Setané prepared to do battle, the scorned Lambia and the adoring Faun comforted Smietank. Their love-making spawned whole new galaxy clusters in the curstar spiral, added energy to the expansion. Blue shifts turned red, and red shifts turned redder.

. . . . . Respect for (and fear of) Setané peaked when he defeated the older, more careful Smietank. As the elder died, he bestowed the power of life upon Jovishé and my father, Gahn. This angered Setané so, that he continues to the present day to do battle with these two.

. . . . . Setané's forces are called "evil." They aggressively attack, murder and plunder. They take no prisoners. Their victories mount. Their spoils pile up. Those whom they defeat are perished to Wondeath directly. They know no mercy.

. . . . . Jovishé's warriors are called "good." They aggressively defend against Setané's attacks. Jovishé and Gahn, however, see even the opposing forces as their responsibility, their beloved young ones. So they do take prisoners. They do not allow us to banish the evil enemy to Wondeath.

. . . . . Gahn has established a multitude of rehab planets throughout the curstar spiral. Warriors from both sides who have been injured in battle are sent to these planets to recuperate. Evil enemy warriors are provided ample opportunity to learn about and to accept the good as their new way of life. Until they do, they remain on their rehab planet in some form or other.

. . . . . Ten billion years ago, Gahn traveled to the Andromeda cluster searching for stable ground to use for rehab. He found ample stars within several galaxies suitable for recuperating warriors. Three billion years later, Setané's forces fought for and won the largest galaxy in the cluster. They have trained this huge burst of stars on the Milky Way in an effort to cause a galactic collision. Gahn's forces are in retreat. Only about two million light-years away, this gigantic galaxy, the Andromeda spiral, is gaining on us.

. . . . . Nearly five billion years ago, as the Sun completed the formation of its solar system, there were five rock planets. The four that remain, Mars, Earth, Venus and Mercury, were very close to the Sun back then. Mars then was as Venus is now. The fifth planet turned around the Sun within the Stream-Life Orbital Window. Gahn used this planet, known to its peoples as "Sol," as a haven for recuperating warriors. He gave them life in a much slower vibrating medium. (Time for those of us who are recovering from battle wounds passes much differently than it does for golafe. One lap of Earth around the Sun, about 365 day spins, is seen by golafe to take just a few moments, about six seconds if one can trust Maton's math.)

. . . . . Gradually, the rock planets' orbits receded from the Sun. When Sol became too cold, slow-life was transplanted to Mars, which had entered the Stream-Life Orbital Window. Sol was eventually destroyed so as not to disrupt slow-life on Mars. Fragments of Sol mostly orbit the Sun between Mars and the nearest gas planet, Jupiter. Many other fragments of Sol turn around the Sun in highly eccentric orbits as well.

. . . . . For about two billion years, Mars supported slow-life. Then when Mars drew too far away from the Sun, slow-life was once again rerooted to the next planet inward, Earth. Mars was cleansed, but since cleansing is never pure enough, Mars may soon have to be destroyed just as was Sol. No disruption of clueless, slow-life will be allowed. Proof, evidence, must be denied. The good must be trusted; it has to be accepted on faith alone that it is the desired way to live. It is the only way to become golafe again any time soon, the one and only way to once again be a warrior . . . OR

. . . . . One may unwisely choose to wait for the possible coming of Setané with his evil forces. In this case you may spend countless generations more as a clueless, evil slow-life form, not necessarily human. These evil forces are powerful! They are gaining ground. Several thousand years from now, Setané just might overcome the Milky Way Galaxy and free his evil warriors from the rehab planets. (Or they all may be dispatched to Wondeath if Andromeda collides with the Milky Way.) This is why more warriors for good are desperately needed.

Come . . . join the good fight!

. . . . . As Earth has slowly evolved, recuperating warriors have been able to spend more and more time here in higher form. It is interesting to be an eagle, a lion or a leopard, a dolphin! It is a drag to be an amoeba, a bug, a tree or bush. Best by far is the handy human, though many have abused this privilege and are paying dearly.

. . . . . Because I was born to Gahn and Lambia at about the time the Sun was formed, I am specially fond of this star, this planet system. We have grown up together. I trained to be a warrior with the dinosaurs of Sol. My many respites on Mars after doing battle were enlightening and enjoyable. The best times have been while I was here on Earth. Setané himself even challenged me during a slow-life period here. (It came out a draw. Perhaps next time he is foolish enough to meet me in battle, I shall capture him and vanquish him to many lives as a worm, a cockroach, a rat, a rose bush, a succulent cactus.) Setané deserves the Wondeath, but Gahn and Jovishé say NO. Even now they see him as a beloved brother who will someday help bring peace back to Cosmos.

. . . . . I see Setané in a different light since his forces ambushed my mate, Shenash. I was too far away and arrived too late. Shen was a great warrior (in battle games she had defeated me many more times than I had beaten her), but she was no match for eleven evil golafe. I still cannot believe that she is gone. I shall write of her someday just for those of you who care to learn what a great fighter can be like. Truly there were none as her, my beloved and sexy Shenash.

I hold my weapon, my asword, up high in defiance of evil. And in salute to you and warriors everywhere who fight for good, for peace in Cosmos.