A Fragile Flake of Soul Dust

I am an old man. I live here in this ancient house, surrounded by huge, unkempt gardens. The peasantry, who inhabit the wilderness beyond, say that I am mad. That is because I will have nothing to do…

Light! One must spend an eternity wrapped in soundless night, to understand the full horror of being without it.

The sun was dying; of that there could be little doubt; and still the earth whirled onward, through space and all the aeons.

'Yesterday — ' I stopped, suddenly. Yesterday! There was no yesterday. The yesterday of which I spoke had been swallowed up in the abyss of years, ages gone.

And so, by millions of years, time winged onward through eternity, to the end — the end, of which, in the old-earth days, I had thought remotely, and in hazily speculative fashion. And now, it was…