"Can I Look For A Moment

I see the belly of the truck scraping toward me throughout the hood of the automotive. Suddenly I understand that the truck on our proper is drifting into our lane. To claim the reward of the Son is to say a right and truthful commonplace. What if you ask to be judged on the merits of the Son of God? "Do you understand goodness better than God? "Do you already know justice better than God, that you may train him what can be extra simply? You'll be able to ask God to evaluate you by no matter customary. God will reply your prayers." Somehow I knew, as I by no means earlier than had, I was proper. There's one thing about this answer that offends me. There isn't a dance. There is a low pop, and glass. It is a woman’s voice, however 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 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 below a massing solar.



Your grandchildren will know solely your name. The brains of your youngsters will report the impressions that your body produced on their perceptions. "With my children so young? "What had you completed? "What will I do? "What do you mean? "But-no. I held a variety of grudges. "You doubt quite a lot of things," he stated. "You are dead," 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 am drawn inside, not unwillingly. I reached for his arm and took it in each arms. I reached for him but couldn’t flip far sufficient. The constellation was a be aware in a measure, in a symphony, that was a galaxy that I may have blown and it could flip. And there you could have it. There is the torment of obliteration, a licking black fire, but I can not repair my thoughts on it. The living imaginative and prescient congeals in my mind. I saw what he meant, nevertheless it took me a moment to form my emotions into words.



Then he turned towards me, and took my different hand as effectively. Tamarins swing above me, then mate feverishly on the branches. He didn’t look at me. He hesitated a second, and didn’t look at me when he answered. "Can I look for a second? There was the thinnest of whispers, the barest trace of movement, as we handed by way of a trillion miles in a moment. "There isn't any ‘me.’ There was a chemical response, 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 industry. "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 music. The generations move, one from another, surviving solely, forgetful of the ineffective 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, however I felt like doing so. I nearly let go of his hand again-he will need to have felt me lighten my grasp-however thought the better of it. And he answered, "How could I have sent anyone else to greet my daughter? "Will I have to tell? Finally I asked, "Will I see them once more? After we had 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, but with mirth and something like fondness. "Then it is better to meet 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 potential in the ordinary method of things. I don’t wish to dwell on this part.