"Can I Search For A Moment

I see the stomach of the truck scraping towards me across the hood of the automobile. Suddenly I notice that the truck on our proper is drifting into our lane. To say the reward of the Son is to say a proper and honest customary. What in case you ask to be judged on the deserves of the Son of God? "Do you recognize goodness better than God? "Do you realize justice better than God, which you can train him what can be extra just? You can ask God to evaluate you by no matter standard. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I by no means before had, I was proper. There may be something about this answer that offends me. There is no such thing as a dance. There is a low pop, and glass. It's a woman’s voice, but 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 dark blue, then an orb beneath our toes, and the moon another orb. In 100 million years, the last life on earth will boil away under a massing sun.



Your grandchildren will know solely your identify. The brains of your youngsters will file the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my kids so younger? "What had you done? "What will I do? "What do you mean? "But-no. I held quite a lot of grudges. "You doubt lots of things," he said. "You are dead," she answers. "If you are 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 am drawn inside, not unwillingly. I reached for his arm and took it in both hands. I reached for him however couldn’t turn far sufficient. The constellation was a note in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I might have blown and it might turn. And there you've got it. There may be the torment of obliteration, a licking black fireplace, however I cannot repair my thoughts on it. The living imaginative and prescient congeals in my thoughts. I noticed what he meant, however it took me a moment to kind 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 look at me. He hesitated a second, and didn’t have a look at me when he answered. "Can I look for a second? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest trace of motion, as we passed by a trillion miles in a second. "There is not any ‘me.’ There was a chemical reaction, effervescing in a vapor of momentary consciousness. VAPOR OF VAPOR, ALL IS VAPOR. Below my ft, 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 song. The generations move, one from another, surviving solely, forgetful of the ineffective useless. One was being eaten away by a pleasure of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m not sure whether I bit my lip, however I felt like doing so. I almost let go of his hand again-he must have felt me lighten my grasp-but thought the better of it. And he answered, "How may I've sent anyone else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to tell? Finally I asked, "Will I see them again? After we were ready to go, my ghost, or angel, asked, "Where to now? The little man stated 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 fulfill oblivion head on." I sigh, and really feel one thing like peace, or resignation. Somehow we got here to the tip of the universe, though I don’t suppose that’s actually possible within the abnormal means of things. I don’t wish to dwell on this part.