Indeed, as it were, through a glass darkly. The world at a steady whisper, the breeze at a steady whisper, and our shadowbox, our container, our contentment, off that. That and nothing more.
"It is like the moon reflecting on water."
"That DAWG bitch!"
"Ah bad, but your complaint reaches only from within reach of your grubby little fingers, Cheever. Can you not see the indifference of the universe, and be comforted, rather than distressed?"
"But, master. I AM the indifference of the universe."
"And she was"
"a bitch."
"You speak the vernacular of a mooncalf, Cheever. Of what comes without, it has pressurized your ether and caused cracks in your foundation."
"Stupid glow."
"What?"
"The moon reflecting on water. I mean, it aint even the moon, and really, we aint even really looking at the water, at all, either."
"Plus, the light of the moon is only the radiating refraction of the light of the sun. What was it? A photon and magnetism, tearing-ass through the void, destined to become part of the radiation belt at the edge of the universe."
"Even my feels."
"Cheever, you have traversed a great distance for only a cupful of water. Drink your fill with great heart and contentment, for the moment has been earned in the entire through your consternation. You have suffered for your moment."
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