"Can I Search For A Moment

I see the stomach of the truck scraping towards me across the hood of the car. Suddenly I notice that the truck on our right is drifting into our lane. To claim the present of the Son is to say a proper and fair standard. What for those who ask to be judged on the deserves of the Son of God? "Do you know goodness better than God? "Do you know justice better than God, that you would be able to teach him what would be more just? You'll be able to ask God to evaluate you by whatever customary. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I never before had, I was right. There's something about this reply that offends me. There is no dance. There is a low pop, and glass. It is a woman’s voice, but 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 darkish blue, then an orb beneath our feet, and the moon another orb. In a hundred million years, the final life on earth will boil away below a massing solar.



Your grandchildren will know only your title. The brains of your youngsters will record the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my youngsters so younger? "What had you accomplished? "What will I do? "What do you mean? "But-no. I held lots of grudges. "You doubt a lot of things," he said. "You are lifeless," she answers. "If you're a ghost," I requested, "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 am drawn inside, not unwillingly. I reached for his arm and took it in both fingers. 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 would flip. And there you've got it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black hearth, but I cannot fix my mind on it. The living imaginative and prescient congeals in my thoughts. I saw what he meant, nevertheless it took me a second to kind my feelings into words.



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 take a look at me. He hesitated a moment, and didn’t take a look at me when he answered. "Can I search for a moment? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest hint of motion, as we passed by means of a trillion miles in a moment. "There isn't any ‘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 tune. The generations circulate, one from one other, surviving only, forgetful of the ineffective useless. One was being eaten away by a delight of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m undecided whether or not I bit my lip, however I felt like doing so. I virtually let go of his hand once more-he should have felt me lighten my grasp-but thought the higher of it. And he answered, "How could I've despatched anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to inform? Finally I requested, "Will I see them once more? When we had been able to go, my ghost, or angel, requested, "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 best to fulfill oblivion head on." I sigh, and really feel one thing like peace, or resignation. Somehow we came to the end of the universe, although I don’t suppose that’s really possible in the ordinary manner of things. I don’t want to dwell on this part.