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A lap 2023. december 10., 03:35-kori változata

I see the belly of the truck scraping towards me throughout the hood of the automotive. Suddenly I understand that the truck on our right is drifting into our lane. To say the present of the Son is to say a proper and fair commonplace. What should you ask to be judged on the merits of the Son of God? "Do you understand goodness better than God? "Do you already know justice better than God, that you could teach him what can be more just? You may ask God to judge you by whatever customary. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I never earlier than had, I was proper. There is one thing about this reply that offends me. There isn't a dance. There's a low pop, and glass. It is a woman’s voice, however as low as a tremor of the earth. He touched my hand, and in a breath we have been 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 solar.



Your grandchildren will know only 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 mean? "But-no. I held plenty of grudges. "You doubt a lot of things," he said. "You are lifeless," she answers. "If you're a ghost," I asked, "how did you die? As she speaks, the seal pups that type 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 palms. I reached for him but couldn’t turn far sufficient. The constellation was a observe in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I might have blown and it could turn. And there you've got it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black hearth, however I can not repair my thoughts on it. The living vision congeals in my mind. I saw what he meant, but it surely took me a moment to form my emotions into phrases.



Then he turned toward 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 second, and didn’t look at me when he answered. "Can I search for a moment? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest trace of movement, as we passed via a trillion miles in a second. "There is no ‘me.’ There was a chemical reaction, effervescing in a vapor of momentary consciousness. VAPOR OF VAPOR, ALL IS VAPOR. Below my toes, the miniature sculpted caverns of ten thousand colonies of ants shiver with industry. "In ten thousand years the final human will die. "No one will remember," she says, with a lion’s groan and a whale’s sorrowing song. The generations movement, one from one other, surviving only, forgetful of the useless useless. One was being eaten away by a pleasure of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m not sure whether I bit my lip, but I felt like doing so. I nearly let go of his hand again-he must have felt me lighten my grasp-but thought the higher of it. And he answered, "How may I've sent anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to inform? Finally I requested, "Will I see them once more? After we have been able to go, my ghost, or angel, asked, "Where to now? The little man said goodbye, and turned to go, and waved. At this the man laughed, not cruelly or cynically, but with mirth and one thing like fondness. "Then it is better to fulfill oblivion head on." I sigh, and really feel one thing like peace, or resignation. Somehow we came to the top of the universe, though I don’t suppose that’s really attainable within the abnormal way of issues. I don’t want to dwell on this half.