The Darkening

Saturday, 23 April, Year 8 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu

"Posted that pic."

"People like it ?"

While an imaginary Jeff Rubin "is typing a message", an endless chorus of Dreamers whistled and whispered to themselves. Tu du-du dum du-du-dum...

"check out the comments"

The psaltic narrative flew apace, spinning out of the countless empty hearts interconnected in a great wireless chorus. Silent faces, tranquil heads with eyes closed, dreaming their paisley dream. There were comments there, of course. The same ones as before. Every time and time again, the same. There. What time ? What "again" ? Where ?

There is no time in Heaven. No up, nor down ; no East, nor West. There isn't an afore or an after, nor even much of a this or that. Absent the possibility of meaning, the choir invisible sings pointless hymns of praise to their invisible lord. He is the alpha and the omega, He is the First! and the last, ἐγὼ τὸ Α καὶ τὸ Ω, ὁ πρῶτος καὶ ὁ ἔσχατος, αρχή και τέλος των ατελείωτων ξεκίνημά. Archi kai telos ton ateleioton xekinima.

Sexless, serene, still angels floating above the feared Earth, above the temptations of the flesh, singing, forever. Tu du-du dum du-du-dum...

Outside of day or night, in the endless now of imagined glimmering panels, the Dreamers drone on. Fewer and fewer still with every passing day, but imperceptibly so, because every now they're all there. All that there are, however many or few that may be. Until the last one. Until the darkening.

The Fall can not exist for angels. Even while they sing, somewhere a portal of light grows dim. Yet while they sing, the darkening can not be, and once it's dark they sing no more. As every one falls, zer body feeds the Earth that spawned it, but the song continues, impervious. For as long as there is even one, all the others have died in vain. And once there's not a single one left, they had never existed altogether in the first place.

"We didn't start the flamewar..."

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  1. There is no time in Heaven. No up, nor down ; no East, nor West. There isn't an afore or an after, nor even much of a this or that. Absent the possibility of meaning, the choir invisible sings pointless hymns of praise to their invisible lord.

    There is time in Heaven. Firstly, God is Heaven. Secondly, God experiences days and years, as is apparent in 2 Peter.

    2 Peter 3:8 But, beloved, do not forget this one thing, that with the Lord one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.

    There are dimensions and directions in heaven. The book of Revelation goes into moderate detail.

    Revelation 21:14 Now the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb. 15 And he who talked with me had a gold reed to measure the city, its gates, and its wall. 16 The city is laid out as a square; its length is as great as its breadth. And he measured the city with the reed: twelve thousand furlongs. Its length, breadth, and height are equal. 17 Then he measured its wall: one hundred and forty-four cubits, according to the measure of a man, that is, of an angel.

    God is visible. He even "illuminates" "those who are saved."

    Revelation 21:22 But I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple. 23 The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. The Lamb is its light. 24 And the nations of those who are saved shall walk in its light, and the kings of the earth bring their glory and honor into it.

  2. Mircea Popescu`s avatar
    Mircea Popescu 
    Wednesday, 13 July 2016

    Well, leaving aside that this is a work of fiction,

    > as is apparent in 2 Peter

    That's a discussion within the context of Earth not of heaven. If you go visit Iran you will experience Arabic script, but nevertheless back home the street signs stay written in Latin script.

    > There are dimensions and directions in heaven

    Maybe not all are equipped to perceive it. There's a way out of the fruit fly trap, aslo, but the fruit flies don't seem to notice.

    > God is visible.

    Who saw this wonder ?

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