The Internet Time Travel Database
After wading through years of fruitless research and encountering failures enough to make
the heart sick, I accidentally got into communication with an intelligence whose home was
no single sphere but the universe, one to whom human time was nought, as were also human
fears, joys, sorrows and emotions. The fortunes of mankind meant no more to him that
thosee of a tribe of insects, one year swarming over the earth, the next swept out of
existence.
He would not let me address him in the language intercession. “I am like
you,” he said, “but of a different sphere and a different power. I am not immortal;
nothing is immortal. Neither the Earth, the Sun, nor the God who made them. Everything is
passing away, or rather, dissolving, to be re-fashioned into other forms.”
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