58 THE RUINS OF THE OCEAN

58 THE RUINS OF THE OCEAN
A trillion of trillions of years later …

One night we were sleeping thrown(shot) in the soil. I woke up and on having opened eyes, saw the Emissary examining in a very urgent way, with a needy longing. A lot of time had happened(passed) looking; his(her,your) replete and tired(tiring) eyes were auscultating me with an invasive depth. And as if it(he,she) was making something daily, he(she) said suddenly his(her,your) first words slowly:

- already almost we come, already almost I finish my mission - he(she) concluded like for yes.

I listened to it surprised. The Emissary had a common language to me and to the letters; the chemistry of the Emissary was using the same nomenclature and his(her,your) dreams, if I could know them, they me would be understandable. If I was entering them, it(he,she) might understand them! If he was not quiet always! It was still(yet) a very early hour(o'clock); the frozen wind that it(he,she) slips for the last planet made shiver to the Emissary. In the distance, there was a dense dustcloud that was travelling removing the edges of the dawn. He(it), after speaking for the first time, was left to fall down in the dream again and done a ball on yes same, returned to the rare(strange) world of his(her,your) dreams.
But the Emissary had said that we had come to the end(purpose) of the trip!
I was waiting to come up to M and L, had mistakenly believed that they were waiting for me, they and his(her,your) world of freedom. But the Emissary probably had taken me to you them swim that they float inside the avernus. Nothing that joins and makes all beings equal. Because in nothing, and only there, there were the things and persons of whom it(he,she) was dreaming my heart.
I am a being of the minuscule thing and of intranscendente; always I neglect the important thing probably because it is not done for me. The dread flooded me again.
This night in which the Emissary spoke, was also last night to his(her,your) side. We had come already it(he,she) does very much to the bottom(fund) of the world, where it(he,she) was finishing the last desert. There the last ruins were. But something was growing indifferently in the underground well, where the lives begin and end.

Always one had asked how it would be the end(purpose) of the world and there I knew, that in the end(purpose), the matter loses his(her,your) forms and colors; because of it it is not possible to take(catch) her and it is not possible see either. The precise(necessary) sand gives place to a substance without own(proper) form. The colors turn into transparency. And this way, without a distinctive feature, the matter still(yet) is.