spiderpig | I should start reading Terry Prachett

Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. The ultimate power chord. Everything, all together, streaming out in one huge rush, that contained within itself, like reverse fossils, everything it was going to be.

And, zigzagging through the expanding cloud, alive, that first wild live music.

This had shape. It had spin, It had rhythm. It had a beat, and you could dance to it.

Everything did.

A voice right inside Susan's head said: And I will never die.

She said, aloud: "There's a bit of you in everything that lives."

Yes. I am the heart beat. The back beat.

She still couldn't see the others. The light was streaming past her.

"But he threw away the guitar."

I wanted him to live for me.

"You wanted him to die for you! In the wreckage of the cart!"

What is the difference? He would be dead anyway. But to die in music... People will always remember the songs he never had the chance to sing. And they will be the greatest songs of all.

Live your life in a moment.

And then live for ever. Don't fade away.

- Terry Pratchett