2.The Paradox

Sometime later . . .

I find myself standing within a red box listening to the rhythmic sound of traffic issuing from a nearby thoroughfare. I ask myself, "How long am I to be in this red box -- forever?"

The voice of the traffic replies, "Forever never ends. Forever never ends. Forever never ends . . . "

I think about this, "How can Forever never end? Forever must end just like everything else does -- right?"

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