“In the end.”

H,

Who will we be in the
end? I do not know. I know the signposts. I have a feel for the ultimate story.
I do not know any of the details. What will it be like to forever be? Is the
universe inside as vast as the universe around us? What will we do when this
other self emerges and we are made of eternal stuff, in reality and not in
theory or by choice?

I find it endlessly exciting
to think of. We are on the surface of a planet, held down by gravity but
looking up at the universe every single day of our lives. We are already in the
wonder. We just do not understand the infinite yet. In the end, we will.