"Can I Search For A Moment

I see the stomach 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 assert the gift of the Son is to assert a proper and honest commonplace. What if you ask to be judged on the deserves of the Son of God? "Do you know goodness higher than God? "Do you already know justice higher than God, that you could train him what could be extra just? You'll be able to ask God to judge you by whatever commonplace. God will answer your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I by no means before had, I used to be proper. There's something about this answer that offends me. There isn't a dance. There is a low pop, and glass. It's 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 dark blue, then an orb beneath our toes, and the moon another orb. In a hundred million years, the final life on earth will boil away underneath a massing sun.



Your grandchildren will know solely your name. The brains of your children will report the impressions that your physique produced on their perceptions. "With my children so younger? "What had you accomplished? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held a variety of grudges. "You doubt a whole lot of things," he said. "You are dead," 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 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 hands. I reached for him but couldn’t flip far enough. The constellation was a note in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I might have blown and it will turn. And there you might have it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black hearth, but I cannot repair my mind on it. The living vision congeals in my thoughts. I noticed what he meant, but it surely took me a second to kind my feelings into phrases.



Then he turned toward me, and took my other hand as nicely. Tamarins swing above me, then mate feverishly on the branches. He didn’t have a look at me. He hesitated a moment, and didn’t have a look at me when he answered. "Can I look for a moment? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest hint of movement, as we passed by 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 last human will die. "No one will remember," she says, with a lion’s groan and a whale’s sorrowing track. The generations flow, one from one other, surviving solely, forgetful of the ineffective useless. One was being eaten away by a delight 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-however thought the higher of it. And he answered, "How might I've sent anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to tell? Finally I asked, "Will I see them again? Once 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 satisfy oblivion head on." I sigh, and feel one thing like peace, or resignation. Somehow we got here to the top of the universe, though I don’t suppose that’s really attainable within the strange method of issues. I don’t wish to dwell on this half.