“The universe begins to look more like a great thought than like a great machine.”
Sir James Hopwood Jeans
The fires of creations are banked, and the galaxies themselves have long since burned to ash; we lie becalmed in a void unimaginably greater than the universe of our birth, cradling the dying embers of warmth and change, while outside these walls there is only stasis. Perhaps we cling to samsara while the world itself has shed its movement and achieved the eternal peace of unbeing, but as we are carried down these black rapids towards a destination we will never live to see, I prefer to believe that we preserve within ourselves the essence of what it means to be human: to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. Even if the only things remaining to be found amidst the ruins of this once mighty cosmos are our selves, this must be enough; for now there is no time or distance, we have become vaster than galaxies, and the lives of the stars were the mayflies of our youth.
“Enjoy Such Liberty” is a 25,000 word novella, somewhat inspired by James Blish (Common Time, Nor Iron Bars, The Triumph of Time) and Poul Anderson (Tau Zero).