| Eventually, the weapons of war became silenced, because people could finally see that killing one another and destroying the life-giving Mother Earth was not the way to happiness. Godzilla, through his stillness and silence, had shown them the nonviolent and truthful way to live. Godzilla’s gigantic body, now larger than ever, ceased growing as the radiation, his energy source, began to deplete itself. He stopped absorbing the planet’s information and began to weaken. He took his first step away from the place where the world’s worst warfare had once been and he began to slowly lumber back toward the water. The incredible beacons in his head were all jumbled together now and his thinking was confused; things ceased to be connected, so he just kept heading toward the ocean. When he reached it, he felt exhausted. The cool salt water refreshed him. He had no idea anymore where to cross the deep trenches of the ocean floor, but he also did not seem to be concerned any longer with his own self-preservation. Godzilla’s battleship-sized feet and claws dragged along the bottom, as the waterline rose higher and higher. He never quit venturing forward and he never turned to look back toward the newly quieted lands left behind in his tracks. As he approached the continental shelf and the abyss beneath, one errant and enormous ocean wave swept over Godzilla’s mighty head as he took a misguided step into the miles of dark depth and descended far below the surface. |
| Godzilla Meets the Internet (continued) |
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