Life After Love, Part 2

Life After Love: Part Two

Cheri Bermudez

 

Each raindrop could hold a galaxy for all I know, she thought to herself. Considering things such as time, space and perspective always cheered her up. It reminded her how insignificant she really was in the large scheme of things. That was comforting. Grounding. It reminded her that out of all the things she knew the most important thing to remember was that she really didn’t know anything. The universe was too complex a place to understand, so there was no use pretending. It was human nature to wonder why the world was so and it was a curse of the human condition to never know the answer. She liked to think death provided clarity, but didn’t get her hopes up.

Time was a continuous, unstoppable force. Or was it? Was it possible to manipulate time through space? Was now all there really was? It couldn’t be. That would be so disappointing. So anti-climactic. She liked to think that time existed on different planes and in different dimensions. She hadn’t quite figured out how yet, but she liked to think each moment in time had its own special place in the universe. It’s own little niche. Each moment was occurring simultaneously at all times and so there really was no such thing as time or death or beginnings or ends. There were just different stops along an infinite timeline. Right now was just where her consciousness happened to be.

She liked to think that when she slept she traveled light years away, around the universe and back. Maybe she traveled to different lifetimes, different forms of existence. The possibilities were endless, which was exactly why she liked considering them. There was no right or wrong, just infinite possibilities. Just like there were infinite raindrops.

So maybe, somewhere in time and space, she was with him. Somewhere in the universe they were together, happy and in love. Maybe that’s where she went when she slept. Those moments in time when they were together. The moments had been brief, but they were the happiest she had ever known. If she could choose anywhere in time and space to be, it would be with him. It didn’t matter where or when. As long as she was with him. And as long as he loved her again. She wasn’t so naive to think he loved her still.

They were done for this lifetime. He had moved on, moved past her. He was happy with someone else. She didn’t understand how it was possible to love someone so much that didn’t love you back. It seemed so very illogical and self-depreciating. It went against all biological instincts. That was because love was selfless. Evolution, on the other hand, was selfish.

Those that loved too deeply would be weeded out by natural selection she figured. At least those whose love was unrequited. It hurt too much not to be fatal.

 

The Spaceship

The Spaceship by Dexter Kim

Far,
far into the future, a young, ambitious, yet arrogant man ventured to
do what no man had ever done before. He wanted to journey to the
furthest reaches of the universe. So he built himself a spaceship and
took off. Months passed and along his way, he discovered lush new
planets and solar systems far larger and more beautiful than his own. He
even considered settling down on one of the planets to live out the
rest of his life. But he knew that there was much more to see and that
there were better planets out there. So he kept on his way and it wasn’t
until years later that his ship had crashed into something massive. He
immediately got out of his ship to survey the damage and saw what even
his eyes could not convince him was real. He had hit a giant wall that
seemed to extend forever in all directions. Adding to his disbelief, he
saw that there were thousands of spaceships lodged into the wall just
like his own. He then looked to the ship closest to him and saw that it
still contained the pilot who at this point had become an old man. He
signaled to the pilot to come out and talk to him.

The young man then asked him, “hey what the hell is this thing?”.
“Well, it’s a wall obviously”, the old man replied.
“Ok. So how do you get around it?” He asked impatiently.
“You can’t. It’s a wall”.
The young man laughed and said, “How can this be? The universe is supposed to be infinite!”
The old man laughed back, closed his eyes and asked, “Who says the universe is infinite?”