I dreamt was taken apart, organ by organ, cell by cell, gene by gene, atom by atom. I was there, unrecognizable, and you were there, and he was there, and everyone was there. In elemental form.

In pieces, somehow I was still there looking at myself over infinite separated parts. I was more than all my pieces.

They put every atom on a ship, and sent them to the corners of the universe. Fast ships they were, and in days reached the end.

My consciousness stretched and stretched and stretched with the speeding ships, through unimaginable spaces teaming with vast empty spaces visited now and then by majestic objects. I sensed me everywhere in every particle in every ship moving outwards, my consciousness in lockstep.

I saw all the secrets of the universe, and as the last ship and the last atom arrived at the end of space and time, I became aware of sadness of the kind impossible to covey. The universe is a sad and lonely place.