‘You need relativity to Understand,” Death told her. ‘A point of Stillness. A Cosmic Singularity with which to compare your data.’
‘From the Mirrorverse?’
‘From all of it,’ He said.
She thought for a Moment. ‘Self. DNA. A conflux of postulation. As Life Begins (past trajectory moving forward), Death Begins (future trajectory moving in reverse). They play the genome as a melody. Each note an action. Each step in the dance a plotted, graphed, demarcation path through matter.’
‘Wonderful start,’ He said. ‘And Our Planet?’
She looked at Him. ‘A path through the Stars. Yet stationary, still, unending. Observational.’
‘For now,’ He mused.