Like the English A, alpha is the first letter in the Greek alphabet; and omega, the last. When I was ten, under a blanket and armed with a flashlight, I devoured those baroque prophecies of apocalypse in the Book of Revelation. They were so cinematic; somehow un-Biblical, dense with special effects and angels blasting trumpets that rained down fire upon the earth, thunder, lightning, earthquakes. A star falls into an abyss, loosing a tribe of locusts with human faces and lions' teeth. Wars and dragons, the old heaven and earth and multitudes scorched by fire or pestilence. What remains at the end is the infinite that always was, and always will be— forbidding vision of a future inscrutable as fate, terrifying as nightmare.
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