I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws and feel the solar wind of a supernova flowing over me.
I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.