The Final Now

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He suddenly thought that they had not seen anyone for quite a while. Amid the vast voyages, adventures, striking vistas—and yes, while basking in symphonies of sensation—they had not needed company.

Even as twilight closed in. But now—

“Do you recall—?” He asked, turning to Her, and could not recall an ancient name. Names were unimportant, mere symbols, yes… but He did remember that names had existed to distinguish between multitudes. When? First task: to name the beasts. When had He and She said that?

“I do,” She said mildly, for She was always mild. “Any: one. A logical category.”

“They were Other, yes. I recall. Lesser but Other.”

“Just so.”

Thoughts rippled light-quick among them. The concept of Other as separate and different commingled in a burst of flavors–musky, crisp, sweet, sad, noisy—and tempted him. Somehow, in the long run of time they shared, the portions of himself and herself had moved away from overt Others, leaving the two of them to interweave as their binary Self. The details of why had quite washed away.

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