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I see the belly of the truck scraping toward me across the hood of the car. Suddenly I notice that the truck on our right is drifting into our lane. To say the gift of the Son is to say a proper and honest standard. What when you ask to be judged on the merits of the Son of God? "Do you already know goodness higher than God? "Do you recognize justice higher than God, that you may educate him what could be extra simply? You'll be able to ask God to evaluate you by no matter commonplace. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I never before had, I used to be proper. There may be one thing about this answer that offends me. There isn't any dance. There's a low pop, and glass. It's a woman’s voice, but as little as a tremor of the earth. He touched my hand, and in a breath we were racing up from the earth, above the clouds, far above the clouds, the earth was a curve cloaked in darkish blue, then an orb beneath our ft, and the moon another orb. In a hundred million years, the last life on earth will boil away below a massing sun.



Your grandchildren will know only your name. The brains of your kids will report the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my kids so younger? "What had you achieved? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held a whole lot of grudges. "You doubt quite a lot of things," he mentioned. "You are lifeless," she solutions. "If you are a ghost," I requested, "how did you die? As she speaks, the seal pups that kind her lips fall into the vacuum of her mouth and are changed by a sleeping python. Her mouth yawns, a swirling, dripping emptiness, and I am drawn inside, not unwillingly. I reached for his arm and took it in both fingers. I reached for him but couldn’t turn far enough. The constellation was a notice in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I could have blown and it would flip. And there you will have it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black fire, however I can not fix my thoughts on it. The residing vision congeals in my thoughts. I saw what he meant, but it took me a second to type my feelings into phrases.



Then he turned towards me, and took my other hand as effectively. Tamarins swing above me, then mate feverishly on the branches. He didn’t take a look at me. He hesitated a moment, and didn’t take a look at me when he answered. "Can I search for a second? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest hint of motion, as we passed by way of a trillion miles in a second. "There isn't any ‘me.’ There was a chemical reaction, 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 trade. "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 pride of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m not sure whether or not I bit my lip, however I felt like doing so. I almost let go of his hand again-he will need to have felt me lighten my grasp-however thought the higher of it. And he answered, "How could I have despatched anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I've to inform? Finally I asked, "Will I see them once more? Once we had been 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, however with mirth and something like fondness. "Then it is healthier to satisfy oblivion head on." I sigh, and really feel one thing like peace, or resignation. Somehow we came to the end of the universe, though I don’t suppose that’s actually attainable in the atypical means of issues. I don’t need to dwell on this half.