I was thinking about him earlier today, and then this came out of me, with its simple majesty, its quiet horror. I wonder what title they gave him in Hell.

I'm at the edge of the world, reaching for the moon as I hold onto the rope of humanity. The sky above is dark. The earth below me fails. I trust solidity of space as my foot leaves the edge. I am a continent, fastened to the core. I am the…

I would like to be eaten after I pass on to the Great Mystery. If I'm with a friend or two, then this. If I'm alone the cats will eventually get hungry.