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Short Stories Are Tiny Windows Into Other Worlds And Other Minds And Other Dreams

Have You Thought About What It Means To Be A God?" Asked The Man. He Had A Beard And A Baseball Cap. "it Means You Give Up Your Mortal Existence To Become A Meme: Something That Lives Forever In People's Minds, Like The Tune Of A Nursery Rhyme. It Means That Everyone Gets To Re-create You In Their Own Minds. You Barely Have Your Own Identity Any More. Instead, You're A Thousand Aspects Of What People Need You To Be. And Everyone Wants Something Different From You. Nothing Is Fixed, Nothing Is Stable.

What Need, Dunstan Wondered, Could Someone Have Of The Storm-filled Eggshells?

I Think I’ll Dismember The World And Then I’ll Dance In The Wreckage.

He Was No Longer Scared Of What Tomorrow Might Bring Because Yesterday Has Brought It.