“First Inklings of Eternity”
“Eternity, like the peek-a-boo morning sun, clasping the horizon’s brim, had been close to bursting forth in all its auroral, igniform, blind dazzle. It had lurked just beneath the edge of his world, like an actor straining to hold himself back so as not to make a premature entrance, ready to set the surrounding space on pink-fire and nectarine and orange sorbet and flamingo and canary, prepared to instantly exotify clumsy stratocumular mounds by electrifying them, pumping into them, in a matter of moments, massive quantities of transformational pigment, transfiguring monochromatic tails of cirrus into fiery arabesques and flourishes worthy of a celestial abstractionist master. Had Skylar been able to bring forth this sun of Eternity, into the oh-so-mundane world of 1950’s Middle America, he would have shattered many of his experiential boundaries and overflowed most of his conceptual boxes.”