It's so lonely here, yet it's not as cold as I had convinced myself it would be. Actually, it's like some entity had painstakingly warmed every third water molecule. Why in threes? It's always in threes. . Little sly molecules, forming cello-threaded simulacra of currents around me. . Nasty me! Still alone. Still dark. Still. very still. Too still. The molecules are still wasping around. Form of hive. They call me. They are taking me up, up, and ...?...away. Their flux is glass. They move in rest. What part of me is going with them? Part of me. Parts of me. in parts. par ts I leave this complex Being and I cease entirely. I am still. very still. too still. still. and then I am no more