I first heard Death under a pine tree. He said I was the shhhush of wind; the push and release of a slowing heart. I sighed and turned my head.
He came again. One night, in a dream-like fancy, I wondered at the size of space and carried my self to the edge of the universe. “Infinity must be everything except what I already know,” I said, and felt my self expanding into silence, shedding like the blue edges of flame, knowing that beyond me was not me….