Against the Fall of Night

And I know a father
Who had a son
He longed to tell him all the reasons
For the things he'd done
He came a long way
Just to explain
He kissed his boy as he lay sleeping
Then he turned around and headed home again

He's slip slidin'
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

God only knows
God makes his plan
The information's unavailable
To the mortal man
We work our jobs
Collect our pay
Believe we're gliding down the highway
When in fact we're slip slidin' away

Slip slidin' away
Slip slidin' away
You know the nearer your destination
The more you're slip slidin' away

© Paul Simon 1977

It is certain that true poetry always tells a true story about the future:

Date: December 17, 2002, 09:30 a.m. local time.
Location: 25 Barnes Place, Colombo 7, Sri Lanka

Godfather: I'm too old for this, so it's your job to cancel this useless program:

"God said 'Cancel Program GENESIS'. The universe ceased to exist."

Son of God: With or without people? - OK, one option is simple and there is nothing to do at all.
The other option is quite difficult and interesting. I thank You for that and see You later in Diaspar.

In this universe the night was falling; the shadows were lengthening towards an east
that would not know another dawn. But elsewhere the stars were still young and
the light of morning lingered; and along the path he once had followed, man would one day go...