Somos manchas vivas de aceite empujadas por pasillos de sombra

So: if you buy the notion that reality consists of the things in your freeze-frame mental image right now, and if you agree that your now is no more valid than the now of someone located far away in space who can move freely, then reality encompasses all of the events in spacetime.

Todo se va deprisa', pensé. Algunas cosas desaparecían de repente como si las hubieran cortado. Otras se van difuminando despacio antes de borrarse definitivamente. 'Y lo único que queda es el desierto'.

Written By James Patterson

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