The hole where the sun belongs is very small. A thin ring of light marked its place. There was no sound. The eyes dried, the arteries drained, the lungs hushed. There was no world.
Canyons curve down like galaxies to meet the oncoming rush of flat land.
Simply consider how the idea of evolution has influenced virtually every intellectual field. The trees and tall reedlike grasses resounded with singing. But it might as well not be, because we can never know what is determined. I have seven dollars. The tags in the backs of garments, the plump bodies of words.