"Can I Look For A Moment

I see the stomach of the truck scraping toward me across the hood of the automobile. Suddenly I understand that the truck on our right is drifting into our lane. To say the gift of the Son is to assert a right and truthful commonplace. What for those who ask to be judged on the deserves of the Son of God? "Do you understand goodness higher than God? "Do you know justice higher than God, that you could train him what can be more just? You may ask God to judge you by whatever commonplace. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I by no means before had, I was proper. There is one thing about this answer that offends me. There isn't a dance. There's 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 a hundred million years, the last life on earth will boil away beneath a massing solar.



Your grandchildren will know only your name. The brains of your children will record the impressions that your physique produced on their perceptions. "With my kids so young? "What had you achieved? "What will I do? "What do you imply? "But-no. I held numerous grudges. "You doubt a number of issues," he said. "You are dead," she solutions. "If you're 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 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 arms. I reached for him but couldn’t turn far enough. The constellation was a observe in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I could have blown and it might turn. And there you will have it. There's the torment of obliteration, a licking black hearth, but I cannot fix my thoughts on it. The residing vision congeals in my thoughts. I noticed what he meant, nevertheless it took me a second to form my feelings into phrases.



Then he turned toward me, and took my other hand as well. Tamarins swing above me, then mate feverishly on the branches. He didn’t have a look at me. He hesitated a second, and didn’t look at me when he answered. "Can I search 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 feet, the miniature sculpted caverns of ten thousand colonies of ants shiver with trade. "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 song. The generations move, one from another, surviving only, forgetful of the useless useless. One was being eaten away by a pleasure of black holes, like ravenous lions.



I’m undecided whether or not I bit my lip, but I felt like doing so. I nearly let go of his hand again-he will need to have felt me lighten my grasp-but thought the higher of it. And he answered, "How could I have sent anybody else to greet my daughter? "Will I've to tell? Finally I requested, "Will I see them once more? When we were able to go, my ghost, or angel, requested, "Where to now? The little man said 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 better to satisfy oblivion head on." I sigh, and feel something like peace, or resignation. Somehow we got here to the top of the universe, although I don’t suppose that’s really doable in the ordinary approach of issues. I don’t want to dwell on this half.