Gratitude is a Switch

Pilot knew gratitude was a switch, a button in his console.

When he activated it he heard was like a click, a rustle, a slamming shut, a whirring and whizzing + a speeding away of heart’s desires and allowances of grace, the biggest magnonometer of today. More and more he applied it, for its usage was akin to a barometer for its efficiency.

It, of course, meant both Pilot and the Elevator…

And, since Pilot, as the Elevator Pilot could no more exist outside of his elevator than anyone else could be his elevator’s pilot, this he knew from its multifarious signs + symbols, of success, vision, implementation and of course, documentation; then Pilot had no other function besides that of being his elevator’s pilot, ipso facto, Pilot as the pilot, was simply called Pilot, no more no less. Nevertheless, others tended to observe and judge him for visible aspects of his elevator and label this Pilot. So, Pilot did the only sensible thing he could do, in the circumstances, and he took ownership over BOTH Pilot and Elevator. Internally, he knew and understood the difference, externally, it hardly mattered, in a way.

Getting going was no problem today, getting the thread, that took some doing. See, Pilot had been weaving a complex tapestry of colors when suddenly, out of nowhere it seemed, Pilot had slipped, desperately falling and damaging his centering mechanism. Needless to say, due to the severity of the fall, Pilot had entirely lost all his bobbins, which on their own take getting used to. Until recently this has been un-repaired; recently however, it has been rectified with an entirely new approach that promises complete healing of its centering mechanism, and its effects. Pilot, meanwhile, is just about ready to get his colored weaving going again: and it is extraordinary.

Introducing variety into its complexity now seemed foolhardy at first, until he recalled the great tapestries he had studied hanging in great rooms, tapestries that frequently diverged near a center point with an entirely new and unique variation of its theme, for instance, as a roundel, medallion, portrait, message, other feature color or even in certain circumstances an entirely new weft in its weave. Any and all of these combinations might very well be possible, even likely, without his being aware of it precisely. Therefore, Pilot did what any good pilot would do, he checked his instruments, grateful again to GENR8 Technology’s universal pilot technology that so easily and accurately commanded his vast, truly global instrumentation in instantaneous rapport with all that was in both his Elevator and his connection being with it. For this among all the ‘things’ that he was truly grateful for; for it was the window to worlds of existence he was not sure that both he and his elevator could easily live in abundance without:

Published by Bryce Maynard Winter

Bryce Maynard Winter is a writer, author, producer and inventor. He focuses on brands and commercial technology architecture.

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