Chapter 1 

I sped around, out here, I had no consciousness of time, even of space. Well, especially of space. It was a permanent darkness, cool, bearable but I felt free and without a care.

I thought of my brother and how he never believed in much of anything. He should be out here now, I thought so that his heart and mind could feel what life is capable of. It was not power but freedom, liberation that was the thing.

He always wanted to beat me at anything, a game, a test, the quality of our lives. It could be anything and he always wanted to be the best. I didn’t care too much. When I did better I assumed that was the way it should be and that made him even angrier. I guess it was anger. That was a part of the beast I could never figure out. What drove him to want to beat me every time?

David Eide
January 24, 2014