Tracks To Lead Us Home

"How might Bioquantum Superposition look while within it?"

"I imagine it would depend how close one is to the limit, or edge, of the state, as the arrow flies. That being said, at such extremes things would possibly look quite different than when comfortably in the midst."

"That is what I was thinking. I have been noticing as of late, the choreography of life has become much more like a square dance, as if the number of active dancers has shrunk to the point where hiding the synchronization has become impossible. Even the dazzling shine of denying this fact has become tarnished."

"Yet the dancers dance on anyway."

"Yet the dancers dance on anyway, exactly... Wait, who am I talking to? You seem so familiar."

"Well, by your own logic, I may be a reflection of you. By your own faith, however, even in such states God must remain."

"Even here you speak as if one well acquainted with my train of thought, but if you ride said train, then the train you are not."

"Precisely. And the answer is each of us."

"Hmm?"

"Each of us speaks at junctures like these, because each of us dance, whether we know it or not. As it is written 'The one who plants and the one who waters have one purpose, and they will each be rewarded according to their own labor. For we are co-workers in God’s service; you are God’s field, God’s building. By the grace God has given me, I laid a foundation as a wise builder, and someone else is building on it. But each one should build with care. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ.' Jesus Christ himself said '"Even now the one who reaps draws a wage and harvests a crop for eternal life, so that the sower and the reaper may be glad together."'"

"'"For the worker is worth his keep."' Well said. Jesus also said '"But wisdom is proved right by all her children."'  I appreciate you talking with me; it is starting to feel like the whole world has gone mad."

"As was prophesied regarding the end, if you can accept it. For if everyone is seeing visions and dreaming dreams, but none dare acknowledge this and no interpretations are heard out, how is one to stay sane? What might "sane" even be defined as in such times? Just know that people are trying their best, but the stupor of sleep has overtaken many at this hour. Thus the dance."

"Thus the dance. At such an hour the dragon becomes that of 'learning how to direct steps in order to reach our aims.'"

A giggle is heard. "'The Package.'"

A giggle is heard. "'The Package.'"

"May we find faith even in the darkest of nights."

"May faith be found even in the darkest of caves. Amen."

With that, as subtly as the scene had shifted, it shifts back. An echo is heard though, in the spaces between "I wonder who that was..."