Gorts In Grey

And it was like a scene from that old movie “The Day the Earth Stood Still” with thirty or forty Gorts, in grey flowing robes, walking rigid, praying to a God who might just be there; but who might just as easily be not and their pygmy file, gave no quarter to science or reason, or the latest ring-a-me-thing, evolutionary season; it was all done, decided, no going back; and as the 1950’s black and white sun dipped away, the thirty or forty Gorts, in grey flowing robes, quietly went their way.