I stumbled forward in the hot sand. Each step further scorched my feet. The sun beat down upon my face like a hammer. My mouth was dry, my lips were parched. I collapsed to the ground. I knew this would be my last day in the desert.
Suddenly, a cool soothing relief came over me. I looked up to see the silouhette of a stranger, sitting on the back of a camel. His shadow covered me like a river.
“Get up son,” his voice boomed, “for the road is long and your destiny awaits you.”
“Who are you?” I gasped.
“Who am I?” He replied.
“Yes,” I coughed.
“I am the…..” All of the sudden, the man’s camel bucked back, sending him tumbling down the side. The animal jetted off, but the man’s foot had gotten tangled up in the reins. I watched, confused, as the camel drug him off over the horizon.
I read the sentence about destiny as density. I think I have been watching too much Back to The Future.