Beyond what you know, what you consider knowledge and faith, beyond what you fear as evil, deadly, or corrupting, beyond what you desire, be it love, money, sex or something in the shifting endlessness these things posses as butterfly-wing'd areas of gray, beyond the missing link of consciousness late at night that separates breathing, waking life from the tangibility of dreams, beyond all that makes life more than just the sport of flesh trapping electricity, I survive knowing that by the time I get there -- by the time I make it to Beyond -- there will probably be a McDonalds there or at least two Starbucks', and I'll be able to shake my head there, with a slow futile smile as well.

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