And now must lose them (Saunders)

     None of it was real; nothing was real.
     Everything was real; inconceivably real, infinitely dear.
     These and all things started as nothing, latent within a vast energy-broth, but then we named them, and loved them, and, in this way, brought them forth.
     And now must lose them.
     I send this out to you, dear friends, before I go, in this instantaneous thought-burst, from a place where time slows and then stops and we may live forever in a single instant.
     Goodbye goodbye good—

George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo