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“Good!” Adam exclaimed. “As long as I am involved with it I shall call it ‘Andromeda’, my nearest, or our nearest, sister universe, Hail, Andromeda; hail, wonderful Andromeda!” Though deep in his story, Adam paused in his telling of it. We glanced at the clock and saw that it was 3:00 in the morning. The deep quiet of the desert was far from our consciousness, and there was no longer time for us. We felt only the life and imperceptible motion of which all things are. I felt that the very walls of the house had absorbed Adam’s story, and remained attentive in their silence. He seemed to be apart from everything around him, including me, speaking his words as if they were meant for unseen people, and perhaps the walls, floor, ceiling, and the ether. The moment’s pause was broken by the sound of a car passing by, going toward the marine base, a lone sound making a slight dent in the boundless quiet. As if aroused by the sound, Adam 76 SON OF THE SUN resumed his story.