[FONT=“Garamond”][I]"At ten o’clock the old, long out-of-print science fiction writer announced it was his bedtime. There was one last thing he wanted to say to us, to his family. Like a magician seeking a volunteer from the audience, he asked someone to stand beside him and do what he said. I held up my hand. “Me, please, me,” i said.
The crowd fell quiet as i took my place to his right.
“The universe has expanded so enormously,” he said, "with the exception of the minor glitch it put us through, that light is no longer fast enough to make any trips worth taking in even the most unreasonable lengths of time. Once the fastest thing possible, they say, light now belongs in the graveyard of history like the Pony Express.
“I now ask this human being brave enough to stand next to me to pick two twinkling points of obsolete light in the sky above us. It doesnt matter what they are, except that they must twinkle. If they dont twinkle they are either planets or satellites. Tonight we are not interested in planets or satellites.”
I picked two points of light maybe ten feet apart. One was Polaris. I have no idea what the other one was. For all i knew, it was Puke, Trout’s star the size of a BB.
“Do they twinkle?” he said.
“Yes they do,” i said.
“Promise?” he said.
“Cross my heart,” i said.
“Excellent!” he said. “Now then: Whatever heavenly bodies those two glints represent, it is certain that the Universe has become so rarified that for light to go from one to the other would take thousand or millions of years. But i now ask you to look precisely at one, then precisely at the other.”
“OK,” i said. “I did it.”
“It took a second, do you think?” he said.
“No more,” i said.
“Even if you had taken an hour,” he said, “something would have passed between where those two heavenly bodies used to be, at, conservatively speaking, a million times the speed of light.”
“What was it?” i said.
“Your awareness,” he said. “That is a new quality in the Universe, which exists only because there are human beings. Physicists must from now on, when pondering the secrets of the cosmos, factor in not only energy and matter and time, but something very new and beautiful, which is human awareness.”
Trout paused, ensuring with the ball of his left thumb that his upper dental plate would not slip as he sad his last words to us that enchanted evening.
All was well with his teeth. This was his finale: “I have thought of a better word than awareness,” he said. “Let us call it soul.”
i wish you could see yourself standing there now. so tall so proud so bold. do you recognize those footprints in the sand? they have always been your own/ its beautiful.
so whats another day to spend away from her and die a little more inside? its just another night to lie awake and wonder… i’ve written a thousand pages in her name and i just want to know, does she ever regret? does she miss our love? my soul has shattered and fallen to the floor. i still remember your face and how beautiful you were to me. when we were beautiful, together. looking back it was so beautiful. it could have been so beautiful. i remember.
i tried to understand you, but i can’t. [/I][/FONT]