All the galaxies we ponder are no more. The pulsars have shifted into new matter and the white hot dwarfs have formed clouds of the future. We will never see it. When we look out, the light is going away so we know we see the past. The past is reaching us, in our now. Our now is barely touching. When our sun dies, we won't see it, we will never know the type of life to extend beyond Earth. Can a thought carry on? Energy quiver, ripple through the dust and riddle of space..the actual space between spaces? Will it hold worth? Will it know of its intelligence? I can wriggle my toes in the green grass, hear the ducks chase and quack over my head, but I don't see the future when I look. Everything has happened before. I am now. When will I shift with the red and happen to be?