“I sat on the old fence, that separated the tableaux of the valley from the flat landscape.
The sheep were fenced in and I could just look at the world from my quite mountainside.
The whole world was moving out there.
I saw a small child in glimpses, I saw them as a teenager, I saw them grow up. I sam their daughters, their grandchild, I saw generations fly by.
I saw decades, I saw houses flickering, saw skyscrapers, saw the progress of technological époques. I saw the history of humanity fly by, as I had lived for eternity.
I sat on the black hole. Its surface of the purest darkness. I watched the bright night sky full of blue starts. All of space out there. I saw a star grow enormously big and then collapse. I saw stars explode in numerous supernovas their shockwaves mixed in the filaments of gas. I saw new stars being born – I saw the same stars die.
Generations of generations of stars. Until the galaxy got darker. Until the galaxies drifted away. I saw the history of the universe slide by, as if I had lived for infinities.
I slided in to the black hole, or did the black hole expand from me?”