(Bus Stop, South Grand Blvd)

“I like to think that we are just agents of a period in the expanse of time,” he said, “ I like to think that time is not chronological, but is something immeasurable. We are here to learn, and we’ll pass that knowledge on to the next life, but in ways we’ll never realize or comprehend. We are – you and I – of a multitude of generations. In our mind is the residue of generation upon generation of knowledge and experience; and we were born with that. So the universe opens up to us, in a limited fashion…probably…but it’s there for us to absorb.”

A pause.

“Scary, eh?” he concluded.

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?”

Much longer pause.

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