As promised yesterday, following is the first draft – rough and still malleable – of the preface to my new book (which itself is barely a work in progress, and hasn't yet got so much as a working title). But I kind of like the preface, so I'll figure out a way to work it in. Hmmm. Kind of a backwards process.
PREFACE
The end of the world, when it came, didn’t arrive with a bang ... hardly even a whimper. Without an instant of warning. The world, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe, simply ceased to exist.
It was, simply, the end.
Those who were awake would have experienced a nanosecond of blackness ... but when that briefest whisper of time passed, not one remained to bear testimony on how it felt to have the very essence of being sucked from the core.
Then nothing. Not the blackness. Not even the consciousness of nothingness. Just
Nothing.
Suddenly.
No horror. No death. No rapture. No white light at tunnel’s end.
No tunnel.
No soul wafting like smoke to heaven. No heaven.
No hell. No devil.
Just the Void – the complete, total, visceral lack of anything at all ....
And God.
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