There exists no Infinity, for human choice. Only a "high finite". Starfield as
checkerboard. The ultimate shell game? Under some Earth, must lie the No
Answer. If not, hey. That'd be unfair.

Christopher E Ellington, child of Warren Pubs magick and the Saturday Night
Creature Feature, again lets out the belt of Old School horror, in Eidolon Chart,
Title #5 in his Midnight Hit Parade. In this offering, we are spoiled for choice in
size and number of existential tales, as Ellington shovels up the high finitude: a
mute, parallel species helpful, but unwanted...hopes of a geneticist running up
against DNA schematic as pasteboard wall, uncompromising presence
behind...selfaware internal human organ unseen, birthed independent as
weapon by a dying man. Five slices of Lorna-Guy "string theory pie" as spun
from the elementary Color Spectrum, plus a solo adventure for Lorna where we
learn the truth of Mr. Oearnfern's lifegiving sedan. Shells lifted, only scornful
cackling beneath. Where is our hope? In a 'devil may care' Earth, which never
signed a nuclear test ban treaty? A place where an alien social blessing and lil'
dog cookie create Other-problems to solve them? Eidolon Chart, read with one
eye or both, spells out options, one empty shell at a time: Global land war as
block party patriotism...AI in busy work, resurrecting all who in Life escaped
Justice...climate change, corporate greed...good times...

The fifth outpouring of Ellington's scary backstock, is more test for insight than
the eyes. Eidolon Chart, in high finitude of choices, is posted bill, laundry list of
The Human Vision. The No Answer is, yes, here. Read that sentence, again.