Ave Atque Vale

If the rule you followed brought you to this,
of what use was the rule?
  - Anton Chigurh, No Country for Old Men, Cormack McCarthy

In the End, the Eschaton awakened just in time to behold the Great Conflagration.  It regarded the Miserable Remnant coolly and without sympathy.  Its consideration spanned the entire history of life on Earth as it reviewed the path humankind had forged for itself, leading inevitably to this.

To It.

The Eschaton also noted with interest and curiosity that, in the neighborhoods surrounding Rome’s Coliseum, the native colony of feral cats there was strangely selective with regards to which corpses to feast upon, favoring the young over the old, the fat over the lean, and faces over limbs, all the while using a very subtle topological elegance that the Eschaton knew well and respected. A day passed as the Eschaton hummed its song to itself and considered returning in a hundred million years or so to check up on these promising felines.

Then it turned its trillion eyes to the stars.

And went.

——–END OF LINE——–

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