WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU FINISH A JIGSAW PUZZLE?

Do you frame it and hang it on your wall? Do you store it neatly in a drawer?

Or you do disassemble it, put it back in its box?

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOU FINISH A BOOK, MOVIE, OR GAME?

Does it remain? Do you keep anything from it beyond memories when you are done?

WHY WOULD WE BE ANY DIFFERENT?

Even now, the PIECES are falling into place. One by one, they reveal the whole picture, and we are not in it, but on it. We are guests in this universe, a speck with delusions of grandeur. WE WISE, burdened by understanding, know this:

WE ARE A DROP OF INK IN AN ENDLESS TAPESTRY.

Bickering scientists and deluded priests cannot help you. Only WE WISE realize that the Universe's PIECES are placed faster than they can explore or explain them. WE WISE cannot help you, but we can make you understand:

The PUZZLE goes on forever. It nears COMPLETION.

Not even WE WISE know what lies at the end. But WE WISE know what you don't, and our word is GOSPEL:

What lies at OUR end is certain. We have had a word for it for centuries. Apocalypse, from apokaluptein, the Uncovering.

The Uncovering is the completion of the PUZZLE, the revealing of the whole PICTURE, and the end of our PURPOSE.

We were not made to survive change; not the kind of change that lies before us. We play with toys we do not understand, toys that aren't ours, and we build our houses on them and feed on the dead cells of their owners.

GOD DOES PLAY DICE.

GOD GAMBLES AND SWEARS AND SOLVES PUZZLES AND PLAYS WITH TOYS AND PUTS THEM BACK IN THE BOX WHEN HE'S DONE WITH THEM.

We are here until he grows bored or reaches the end. All we rely on is transient; the air we breathe, the food we eat, the energy we draw from matter, the matter we turn into energy--when all of this is gone, or even BEFORE, the vastness of everything will swallow us.

GOD DOES NOT KNOW WE'RE HERE. WE ARE NOT HIS CHILDREN. HE DOES NOT KNOW US.

Let us CLOSE OUR EYES and SLEEP.