Two monks were charged with chronicling the nine million names of God. No one knew what would happen when they completed the task. At the end of their mission, there was no more being to the world: No ideas to conquer, no understanding left beyond the nine million names. And as they watched, the stars began to vanish from the night sky.
I watch the stars fade and dim in these patterns, and think perhaps we have chronicled all there was to this little corner of the universe. I have counted the 9 million names of God to make this work, and now all there is this waiting, this watching the stars dim, this wondering of what universe I must learn to live through next.
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