"Can I Look For A Moment

I see the belly of the truck scraping towards me across the hood of the automotive. Suddenly I notice that the truck on our right is drifting into our lane. To say the reward of the Son is to claim a proper and truthful standard. What in the event you ask to be judged on the merits of the Son of God? "Do you recognize goodness higher than God? "Do you realize justice higher than God, you can train him what can be extra simply? You can ask God to judge you by whatever commonplace. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I never before had, I was right. There may be something about this reply that offends me. There is no dance. There's a low pop, and glass. It's a woman’s voice, however as little as a tremor of the earth. He touched my hand, and in a breath we had been racing up from the earth, above the clouds, far above the clouds, the earth was a curve cloaked in dark blue, then an orb beneath our ft, and the moon another orb. In 100 million years, the final life on earth will boil away below a massing sun.



Your grandchildren will know solely your title. The brains of your kids will report the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my kids so young? "What had you achieved? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held a lot of grudges. "You doubt lots of things," he stated. "You are lifeless," she solutions. "If you're a ghost," I asked, "how did you die? As she speaks, the seal pups that kind her lips fall into the vacuum of her mouth and are replaced by a sleeping python. Her mouth yawns, a swirling, dripping emptiness, and I'm drawn inside, not unwillingly. I reached for his arm and took it in both hands. I reached for him but couldn’t flip far sufficient. The constellation was a note in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I may have blown and it will flip. And there you've got it. There is the torment of obliteration, a licking black fire, however I can not repair my thoughts on it. The dwelling vision congeals in my mind. I noticed what he meant, but it surely took me a moment to type my feelings into words.



Then he turned towards me, and took my different hand as well. Tamarins swing above me, then mate feverishly on the branches. He didn’t look at me. He hesitated a second, and didn’t take a look at me when he answered. "Can I look for a second? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest trace of movement, as we handed through a trillion miles in a moment. "There is no ‘me.’ There was a chemical response, effervescing in a vapor of momentary consciousness. VAPOR OF VAPOR, ALL IS VAPOR. Below my feet, the miniature sculpted caverns of ten thousand colonies of ants shiver with business. "In ten thousand years the last human will die. "No one will remember," she says, with a lion’s groan and a whale’s sorrowing track. The generations circulation, one from another, surviving only, forgetful of the useless lifeless. One was being eaten away by a pleasure of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m undecided whether I bit my lip, but I felt like doing so. I nearly let go of his hand once more-he should have felt me lighten my grasp-however thought the higher of it. And he answered, "How may I've despatched anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to tell? Finally I asked, "Will I see them once more? When we were ready to go, my ghost, or angel, requested, "Where to now? The little man mentioned goodbye, and turned to go, and waved. At this the man laughed, not cruelly or cynically, but with mirth and something like fondness. "Then it is healthier to fulfill oblivion head on." I sigh, and feel something like peace, or resignation. Somehow we got here to the top of the universe, although I don’t suppose that’s really potential within the odd approach of issues. I don’t need to dwell on this half.