So much for Newton. All objects clearly do not fall at the same rate. Unless, of course, I’m expected to believe that my soul has a higher density than those of others. Darkness, being the lack of energy as perceived by visual sense, has no mass however. He did get it right about the effects of separation being exponential though, that’s for sure. I’ve never been good with metaphors, or religion for that matter. I suppose it can be learned like anything else – slowly and painfully – since it seems it must be self-taught, and phoning it in won’t do the trick.
Do I blow up the house with him and his new friends in it? Or just him? Or should I let him loose on the world and see what becomes of it? Thanks, in a way, to Pulse, but more so to Miranda, I could disappear as far as “The Corporation” is concerned. Every good story deserves a vengeful ghost.