“I want to know the Kepler torrents with you.”
“The Kepler torrents?”
“The ones between Baltawn and Graesheyawn.”
“The ones in the starmap on the back of your
neck?”
“No. The ones further in … and much further out.”
“The way the lifeforms are formed?”
“Yeah, the way the lifeforms are formed.
Well hold on, yes — I guess. Kind of. Sort of.”
“Ah, so the force between objects.”
“Yes, that’s it, but I mean the unaccounted force
between objects.
I guess — the as of yet, unaccounted force
between objects.”
“Oh, so then I think you mean — love,
or the love that is greater than the chronicles of
humans.”
“Ok then, you’ve made my point — come with me
to the points between Baltawn and Graesheyawn.
Come inside of there. Come for the dead. Come
for the living.”
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