“Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other’s eyes for an instant?”
--Henry David Thoreau
With apprehension, I took the boy’s hand and he led me through the singularity. A silky black enveloped me. I floated in emptiness, devoid of sight and sound. In this nothingness, I had no need for air. My chest was strangely still. Paralyzed, I could not so much as blink. My only fleeting thought was that this was perhaps how Grandpa now felt. In the distance, not before my eyes but somewhere deep inside my own consciousness, I saw a light. It gradually surrounded me until I was now in that world of the distant past. Comforted, I smiled. This was where it began.