I’ve seen the face of God, ten thousand light years across, and tonight I will rejoin the stars. I will breathe in the vinegar scent of creation as the microbes of a hundred billion urths stretch past the bonds of time and space into pools of dust and ice.

I will traverse the barrier of flesh to find myself reborn, spreading across the darkness like a spiderweb. I will find my emptiness to be an old friend, but this time I will not fear him. As he takes me in his arms, he and I will drift slowly outwards, into a cold and inviting dark. And if we shall find we are not really alone in this venture, in this subtle and effortless escape from the flesh, then perhaps we will breathe a sigh of relief. But if we find that we are, indeed, all that ever was and ever need be, then the silence will ring no clearer than it has before.

Tonight, when I reclaim my place in an ocean of light, I will numb my weary legs with clouds of comets. And at last I will be relieved to find myself one with nonexistence.