Laying the tracks down (page one)

The radiant blistering heat cascades down from the sun on to the backs of the labored workers. Tired and exhausted working on the continuous tracks of steel rails. One of the laborers speaks.

"Why are we building this? When will we be done?"

"Silence worker, if you stopped talking and more working we'll be done by now. Besides we're building to the horizon." Said the man in charge.

The worker returned to his task laying down the tracks. They worked in a place without shade. Nothing to shield them from the heat or protect them and hide them from predators and the man in charge. They had no escape even from themselves. There was no such thing as death here they lived forever until they reach the horizon. There was no beauty or ugliness. The scenery was apathetic to the workers just as they were to the surrounding world. There were no women, only men worked on this rail. They had little education and didn't argue with the man in charge. Only a train came from the tracks in the opposite horizon to bring supplies, wood, steel, iron, and sweat.

The men were zombies, they looked only at their task and never at each other. They never questioned where they're going, for who they build for, and why the sky was forever stuck at noon. No one told them to question, but they don't listen to No one.
The horizon went on for so long they couldn't see where they came from and so they forgot. All the love and tears their wives gave them when they started the tracks into the horizon was forgotten. They waved good bye from the small town within the harsh world. Only a few men stayed behind to raise families and protect the women.

The man in charge had all the authority because he did. No one was to argue with him, he told the men, who had no reason to argue with him.

The names of the men were Phil, Charles, Hooke, Quan, Delios, and Cameron. Phil was the man who asked the questions. Something was different about Phil though. He had the ability of thought and most of the time was not considered a worker by the other workers. Only the man in charge with no name known called him a worker.

Phil laid down the steel rails so the other men could fasten them down. He was told and supervised by the man in charge to what directions they laid the tracks. Because the sky was stuck in noon since they left, no one could calculate their direction, every way was forward. They pushed forward in every direction except where they came from.

Everything devastated that her creations were lost in the continuous void desert. She told Nothing to go to Phil and point him in the direction of home. Nothing refused the will of Everything. He will not tell nor point Phil to any direction. Instead he will point to him that he is going in one direction called 'From'.

'From' was when you are within Nothing and come from the land of the Primeval Mother. It was called this because one can only come 'From' Nothing to the land of the to the land of the Primeval Mother. You can only find more Nothing in Nothing because he has no 'To'.