"Can I Search For A Moment

I see the belly of the truck scraping toward me across the hood of the automobile. Suddenly I understand that the truck on our proper is drifting into our lane. To claim the gift of the Son is to assert a proper and honest customary. What in case you ask to be judged on the merits of the Son of God? "Do you know goodness higher than God? "Do you know justice higher than God, that you can teach him what can be more simply? You can ask God to judge you by whatever customary. God will answer your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I never before had, I was right. There is something about this reply that offends me. There is no dance. There's 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 have 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 another orb. In 100 million years, the final life on earth will boil away underneath a massing solar.



Your grandchildren will know solely your name. The brains of your kids will record the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my children so young? "What had you executed? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held numerous grudges. "You doubt numerous issues," he said. "You are useless," 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 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 fingers. I reached for him however couldn’t flip far sufficient. The constellation was a notice in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I could have blown and it would turn. And there you've gotten it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black hearth, but I can't fix my thoughts on it. The dwelling imaginative and prescient congeals in my mind. I noticed what he meant, however it took me a second to kind my emotions into phrases.



Then he turned toward me, and took my different hand as properly. Tamarins swing above me, then mate feverishly on the branches. He didn’t 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 hint of motion, as we passed via 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 feet, the miniature sculpted caverns of ten thousand colonies of ants shiver with business. "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 move, one from one other, surviving solely, forgetful of the useless dead. One was being eaten away by a pleasure of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m unsure whether or not I bit my lip, however 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 may I have sent anyone else to greet my daughter? "Will I've to inform? Finally I asked, "Will I see them once more? Once we have been ready 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 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, although I don’t suppose that’s really attainable within the bizarre manner of things. I don’t want to dwell on this part.