October 2008
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“Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?”
– Plato (Please Remember)
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Let’s make love tonight.
From space, astronauts can see people making love as a tiny speck of light. Not light, exactly, but a glow that could be confused for light - a coital radiance that takes generations to pour like honey through the darkness to the astronaut’s eyes.
In about one and a half centuries - after the lovers who made the glow will have long since been laid permanently on their...
