The future is predictable; it will be a lot like the past. God will watch over us in his giant bubble, exactly like the car of one of his representatives on earth. He will look at what has been created and say to his son, in hypothetical humour, while stroking his...
I am at a funeral. I do not know who is being buried. I see the coffin lowered into the ground. The pallbearers wear long dark coats with tails, their tall hats decorated with white bands. I stand some distance away. The mourners, dressed in formal wear, do not notice...
