Broken Light: Work, for the Night is Coming; by Chris Floyd

[The2ndWheel]

http://www.chris-floyd.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=153&Itemid=1

The children were walking to school. The young people were going out to a dance.
The children stepped on a booby trap planted by a soldier. The young people were shredded by the nails of a suicide bomb. They were all blown up, destroyed.

One moment, the force of life animated their biological matter, their brains seethed with billions of electrical impulses, the matrix of consciousness brought the entire universe into being, within them, within each of them, each solitary vessel of knowing.

The next moment, only the matter remained: inert, coagulated, decaying. There was no more knowing, no more being; the universe had come to an end.

Why?

[belle]

1. a bit purple for my tastes, thanks.