Review Summary: Memories of the universe.4 of 4 thought this review was well written
It is a chilly night in mid October. The stars twinkle in the dark sky. The sky!
you think to your self, How wonderful the sky is tonight
, the moon shining greatly sending it's reflected light on to the bleak desolate hills. The trees rising up to it like a child's arms to it smiling mother. The stars, endless in their wonder and gleam, like snow slowly drifting down up on a beautiful darkened blanket. The beautiful expansion of infinite dreams and time slowly passing eons of lives and death. And on a grand scale this is nothing but white noise. Just static. Empty moaning and hisses.
You begin to breakdown. You stare blankly at this revelation. You can't bring yourself to make movement. You start to cry at this. You will leave nothing and you will become nothing. The universe is an endless cycle and you are just your rotting inner self. You feel your insides melting and your skin start to peel. The pain is unimaginable and can't do anything to stop it. You are becoming nothing. You are becoming part of the universe, the endless, always repeating universal static.
Your emotions are not here anymore. Your physical being has seems to evaporated. The only thing left alive is thought. Your thoughts? You couldn't tell. It was just thoughts. Thoughts of why and thoughts of how. Time is no longer relevant. A pressure is on these thoughts, a pressure of noise. Rising noise, slowing noise. The sonic vibration have become the thoughts. Your thoughts begin to meld into sound. Your metaphysical brain begins to bubble.
You are now one with the universe. You are conscious with all that was and all that is. You know everything in all of being. The only thing you can't answer is yourself. Everything is gone. You are so large a being you cannot fathom how to return to your memories. You don't even know if those memories are yours or of the trillions of deaths you have witnessed. All you can do is wait in an endless cycle of consciousness as you mind is drifting in the static. The white noise.