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I see the stomach of the truck scraping towards me throughout the hood of the automobile. Suddenly I notice that the truck on our proper is drifting into our lane. To say the gift of the Son is to assert a right and truthful commonplace. What when you ask to be judged on the deserves of the Son of God? "Do you know goodness better than God? "Do you realize justice better than God, that you can teach him what could be more simply? You can ask God to guage you by whatever standard. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I by no means before had, I used to be right. There's something about this reply that offends me. There isn't any dance. There is 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 were 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 toes, and the moon one other orb. In a hundred million years, the last life on earth will boil away under a massing sun.



Your grandchildren will know only your name. The brains of your children will record the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my kids so younger? "What had you finished? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held quite a lot of grudges. "You doubt numerous things," he mentioned. "You are lifeless," she answers. "If you are a ghost," I asked, "how did you die? As she speaks, the seal pups that form 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 palms. I reached for him but couldn’t flip far sufficient. The constellation was a notice in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I may have blown and it will turn. And there you've got it. There may be the torment of obliteration, a licking black fireplace, but I can't fix my thoughts on it. The living vision congeals in my mind. I saw what he meant, nevertheless it took me a moment to type my emotions into phrases.



Then he turned toward me, and took my other hand as properly. 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 look at me when he answered. "Can I search for a moment? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest hint of movement, as we handed by way of 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 trade. "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 stream, one from another, surviving only, forgetful of the useless useless. One was being eaten away by a delight of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m undecided whether I bit my lip, but I felt like doing so. I virtually 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 might I have sent anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to inform? Finally I asked, "Will I see them again? After we were able to go, my ghost, or angel, requested, "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 best to fulfill oblivion head on." I sigh, and feel one thing like peace, or resignation. Somehow we got here to the end of the universe, though I don’t suppose that’s really potential within the bizarre method of things. I don’t need to dwell on this part.