Memory dissipates. Presence, a unit of solution. Mystery of unknowable interiors, revealed by a distance no words could reach. Cast into the chasm, time passes beyond the fray. Comfort in free fall. Solitude absolved, absorbed in absolution. Endless rotation churns the dark lattice upon which our vastness is draped, all illusions of stability evaporate. A paradox of constant flux. Elusive resolution in the solace of a ghost. We will all be here forever. And she is with me always.