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"Think of the wolrd, how time makes it so predictable—order to disorder, life to trash—now imagine how it would look if time stopped moving forward toward disorder. Imagine instead all energy remaining as it is in this moment. The last inch of earth from the hills has yet to rest and settle over the remains of the small city. Underneath the earth, horrified faces lie frozen in that final, panic-filled moment of death. There is nothin calm and soothing about these faces of the dead and dying. Now imagine time, that great, unnamed villain, the unimpeachable tyrant of all narrative, pulling back, moving towards order instead of chaos. From puddles in the ground, water separates from dirt and forms into droplets that launch upward, like a million bullets being fired by the earth to heaven."