Time stretched on to forever as we approached the event horizon, and our dialogue was one of the ages.

I felt my atoms release themselves from each other, and then consequently their even more minute subatomic particles. It was a farewell of bliss, and I felt the emotion of weeping with joy, although only a mere emotion, and the last I would ever have at that. For a split-second, whilst analogy remained a possible luxury, it was as if the winged guardians of this paradisiacal gate shredded me with their flaming swords, allowing me to enter through the bars as dust. Indeed, to dust I did return. No, it was not a set of blades. It was the gravity of the situation, similar to the heaviness of a wrung heart when one adores another too much. I heard myself ask “God?”

Everything became dark. Nothing became everything.

The consciousness of my co-pilot echoed in the abyss surrounding me, with a voice purely of mind; language without lexicon. He knew of my desire to return to Earth, reigning as the collective supreme spirit I had become, since all of my physical self had been ripped into non-baryonic fabric of feeling. We were both free. I was to experience Eden where it supposedly was first established. He was to venture to the Heaven he knew, the mysterious cosmos and the ultimate frontier.

We had always been gods, trapped in mortal flesh.

As I journeyed back to Earth at lightspeed, in perfect death, a quantum ghost, a harbinger of truth, forever full from the fruit of Life, I made my preparations. I would use the new power I had acquired to bestow the ultimate gift to my fellow man. I would spend six days blowing through the winds across the continents and swimming to the previously impossible depths of the sea to play with the glowing behemoths.

On the seventh day, I will dance and twirl passionately enough to cause a celebration of colorful gasses, radiating with all the colors of my lost humanity. Then as quickly as I had begun, I will allow it all to collapse into an overwhelming singularity that will eventually swallow the world into the love I have come to know. Billions of vague voices will sound in the darkness. No light will leave. Only ourselves, as whispers, as the pinnacles of evolution… In our apparent end will come the rebirth of existence, in an invisible cosmic pluralism of whatever it is I am and whatever it is they will become with me. This exodus and diaspora will expedite even more wonders. This dispersal might even rip the universe, revealing dimensions previously inaccessible.

I will then leave them with their own intentions as quietly as I came, for they will no longer need any such guidance. I know this.

Then I will venture to reunite with my lost co-pilot, whose being I know I will find lounging on a distant shore, sending me subliminal messages and summons from afar, with the slowing and speeding of an intermittent pulsar.