It has been observed that space is cold, but how do I make you understand the deep and abiding chill which settles in the astronaut’s bones after years and decades amid the frozen majesty of the stars? There is not coldness enough on earth; though you were a caveman buried under the northern ice cap, you would not be as cold as I.
In the countless eons which lay between this new planet and my old home, I slept, dreaming the dreams of space. One memory remains to me of my great slumber.
It was of the darkness found between the glistening stars, that abiding shadow which pervades reality. It was a whisper full of strange, unspeakable thoughts. It was hatred. It spoke of a time before time, of what was before there was anything. The infinity of stars keep it at bay; primordial man knew to fend off the demons with fire; the reality of his instinct was born of this: That the light has come into the darkness, and the darkness could not comprehend.
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