He stares, because he knows...

Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. And it is on that very edge that you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for a time, then separate. Like leaves on autumn trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.