A Being in Nothingness
A thought occurs to me again. It has occured to me a least once every 10^6 seconds for the last hundred trillion years.
“I may be an idiot. But what if I’m not the only idiot?”
Its possible. After all, what happened once could happen again, and again and again.
The comfort this thought brings is cold. How could it not be, at a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a degree above absolute zero?
If you are out there, as far is there is a “there” there anymore, we will never meet. And there is no way I will stop thinking about you.
When I was young (and isn’t that a little irrelevant after the trillionth millenium or so?) I read that “Hell is other people.”
If that’s the case, then this heaven leaves a bit to be desired.
I decide to once again count the breaths I would have taken since I was last able to do so. Thats good for a few billion years.
“One. Two. Three. Four…”