fig.65.838) faith and value are markers equal and yet less in extant than is spam The world is a ball that's covered with fuzzy green and blue flaps that look like strips of warm puppet flesh from very far away. If it's dropped then the world sounds quietly like wool falling into the depth of nothingness. No one really knows what will happen when the world's sun goes too far away, but I think that I do. Its seas will shiver when they get cold of course and its garden's fruit will fly right up inside the nighttime of space. It'll be very much like a silvery trail of dust then. One that's made up of apples and brown coconuts. Eventually whole melons will spin off and they'll form their own brand new systems. The new moons will be peas and ladybugs will bob and carreen. Old lottery tickets, shovels and the husks of bees will be drifting quietly. If you're lucky for long enough and you keep holding on, then you'll see all of the other people of the...