​     "There's something I've been thinking, something I've been feeling, all along," Winston said, "but I don't know if it's a part of this or if it's how I perceive the universe when I'm in my wheelchair and I can, for a moment, connect with who I truly am. What I sense in those moments is what I overwhelmingly feel here, right now, and that there is a physical universe made up of atoms and molecules, but that the universe also has an emotional aspect, and that aspect is filled with nothing but love, atoms and molecules of love." 

​     "You're telling me that this Infinity...this Infini..."

     "Don't you feel it too, Abby? Can't you just see the atoms of love in the air?"

     "I see someone who's buzzing on broove. Like me. Look at that." She held her mug over her head so that, when she upended it, the last few drops of broove would land in her mouth. "I drank the whole thing while we were just standing here talking."

     "Hand it over. I'll give us both a refill, then we'll rejoin the party together, okay?"

     "The orgy, you mean."

     "I suspect that, in the end, if we miss it, we'll be the only ones."

     "And that would be bad?"

     "There's another aspect of..."

    "It's wonderful to see you again, Winston. I'm glad we had these few moments together."

     "I loved it."

CONTINUE