This Much I know
Limitless, I came to a world where the moon lay so huge and ivory and cratered that it blotted out the sun above a mirror-twin to Earth. Except, there in that strange land everything was alive and nothing was dead, even the dead, and I could find no familiar scent to guide me through. Where the rocks spoke to me and so did the water and so did the sand and so did the plants.
There, ultimately, I found my purpose. There, I was transformed once more and truly became the blue fox. Out where all the smells run together and you cannot trust your senses.
What lived there had lost its name long ago. What lived there changed shape and form and spoke in different voices. Had been created as one thing, brought up as another. What lived there was serious and playful and lonely but not alone. It had known me before. It knew me now, read my mind, my intent, encouraged it.
It will take time. You will not survive to see the end of it. And one day, Time will bring you back here, in some form. To this place.
“How do you know this?”
But there was just laughter in reply.
In the end, if you change the enemy enough, if you wear them down, perhaps losing is good enough.
This much I know, among all the other things I know.
Excerpt From: Jeff VanderMeer. “Dead Astronauts”