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Visions are around us, as shadows around graves. All that appears to be is sand and wind, The precious gold is nothing more than tin, All that we are is water in a wave. Worldly delights are a thing of the senses, Desires of greatness, things that cause sorrow; Are nothing but cycles, circles big and hollow; A merry go round that crushes all the fences. A stream of crystal water runs inside my conscious, It is permanent, endless; it divides my being Through the very center only two parts leav...

The phone rang. She picked it up, she didn’t recognize the number. She answered the call. It was some guy. He said they had met at a party, he said he knew some of her friends, he told her the names of all her friends and gave her good references of the place. She remembered the party, the faces that had been there, but she had no recollection of this person, his name meant nothing to her. He asked her how she was doing in school and about her job at the corp., had she spilled her guts to him...

The story begins and ends with a voice; Jack’s voice. He’s out there, he’s screaming “Help”, loud and clear. The others can hear him, safely from the ship, but there is nothing they can do: the line is broke, he’s too close to the hole, he will be sucked in… “Falling through a black hole I see time. It doesn’t appear as a clock or a white rabbit, it doesn’t seem to flow forward as we’re used to picture it. It’s just there, standing ever so still, like a transparent sphere floating in nothingn...

Falling thru a black hole I see time. It doesn’t appear as a clock or a white rabbit, it doesn’t seem to flow forward as we’re used to picture it. It’s just there, standing ever so still, like a transparent sphere floating in nothingness, made of nothingness. Me; I’m just my eyes, my conscience. I have no bodily being. I am outside time, observing it. Not moving in any direction, not growing old or tired, without any desires or fears. I just watch absorbed the gigantic circle of time. It seem...