56 BIOCHEMISTRY And METAPHYSICS OF LOVE

56 BIOCHEMISTRY And METAPHYSICS OF LOVE

A trillion of trillions of years later …

Do not be if already they are years or seconds of the kidnapping of the Emissary; tender and he(it) advances, but the one who does follow(continue) whom?
On us it(he,she) turns this no place that is the night. A deep hollow is now where it(he,she) does million years the Aether was in the habit of being, but they turn still(yet) in the emptiness Ouranos the ghostly recollections of this lost cosmos, the last echoes of the matter resound fragile.
We are a part(report) still(yet) of these beautiful and secret movements of the universe, as two microscopic gears in an invisible clock, done he(it) itself of time and the one that still has few ones seconds since to measure. Last seconds of the universe.

I have corroborated, without exceptions, that in the universe the natural and pure things are in addition beautiful. This way, it was provided and beautiful the Emissary - since(as,like) I have said many times - but I was ugly and fragmentary how might they harmonize these two pieces of gear?

Maybe only like the shade that harmonizes with the body that projects it, without having either for anything his(her,your) nature or his(her,your) substance. This way, I was some projection of the Emissary and, as a shade, was minimal opposite to him(it). But somehow, done because of him(it) and maybe, I would dare to say that it(he,she) was for him(it).

Now, I do not believe that reasons and effects exist; I believe that only us it it seems because some are temporarily before that others, and even it is what seems to us. For the timeless Thecnetos, the reason happens simultaneously to his(her,your) effect. Also, I believe(create), we call reason to the known and effect to the unknown thing, but as soon as already we know everything (since(as) also it(he,she) does the Thecnetos), only there stay simultaneous and mutually necessary things. This way, I might dare to say that in some sense - not clear, for supposition - I belonged necessary for the being of the Emissary and not only an effect of him(it).

I will not have in this planet any more than a few years but I do not remember to have been a child ever. On the other hand, the Emissary might have literally thousands of years but it(he) was remaining pristine, new. A mute imminence was starting showing between(among) his(her,your) breathing and mine. Do not be, I cannot make clear the nature of this feeling between(among) the two, only I can compare it with this intimacy of solitary me being known to yes same. This way it manage to be the Emissary and I, an alone thing, without parts(reports) or structure he(she) hospitalizes(sends inland).
And still(yet) it(he,she) had not crossed between(among) the two, any word.

This slight breeze that always was caressing us in ours to advance had been it(he,she) does million years a vigorous breath that extinguished the last stars. And this vast death of the cosmos was now like a happiness in my chest(breast). I do not know like explain it.

It(He,She) lasted thousandth of second and was of the thickness of a point. To think it already was to dispel it, but undoubtedly it was a happiness!
We were surrounded with fingerprints of recollections and recollections of fingerprints of recollections. We are - I thought - but ever we will not be either, even the Thecnetos might manage not to be.

This viscous future was making me need more his(her,your) proximity and his(her,your) existence. Sleeping to his(her,your) side, in my interior, still(yet) there were living these stars that at some time saturated the skies. My soul already was not dark and cold; my soul was one night where thousands of stars were dissolved now in a sweet death and were born others(different). Ah, the Emissary existed!