"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 claim the reward of the Son is to say a right and fair customary. What when you ask to be judged on the merits of the Son of God? "Do you already know goodness better than God? "Do you realize justice higher than God, which you can train him what could be extra just? You may ask God to evaluate you by no matter normal. God will answer your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I by no means before had, I was proper. There may be one thing about this answer that offends me. There is no dance. There is 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 had 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 toes, and the moon one other orb. In a hundred million years, the last life on earth will boil away below a massing sun.



Your grandchildren will know solely your identify. The brains of your children will document the impressions that your physique produced on their perceptions. "With my youngsters so young? "What had you finished? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held a lot of grudges. "You doubt plenty of things," he stated. "You are useless," she answers. "If you are 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'm drawn inside, not unwillingly. I reached for his arm and took it in each hands. I reached for him however couldn’t turn far enough. The constellation was a word in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I could have blown and it could turn. And there you have it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black fireplace, but I cannot fix my mind on it. The dwelling vision congeals in my thoughts. I noticed what he meant, however it took me a moment to kind my feelings into phrases.



Then he turned towards me, and took my other hand as well. 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 look for a moment? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest trace of movement, as we passed by means of a trillion miles in a moment. "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 music. The generations flow, one from one other, surviving only, forgetful of the useless dead. One was being eaten away by a satisfaction of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m unsure whether I bit my lip, but I felt like doing so. I nearly let go of his hand again-he should have felt me lighten my grasp-however thought the better of it. And he answered, "How might I have sent anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to inform? Finally I requested, "Will I see them again? When we were able to go, my ghost, or angel, asked, "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 meet oblivion head on." I sigh, and feel something like peace, or resignation. Somehow we got here to the top of the universe, though I don’t suppose that’s actually potential in the extraordinary approach of things. I don’t wish to dwell on this half.