In eternity when there is no time, there is no growth, there is no change. Everything which is was everything that was.

Living in a state of constant wistful despair, perhaps, will be my destiny, said the traveller.

Longing to be touched by you, will perhaps, be mine, whispered back the horizon.

everything/ that ever was still is, somewhere

So the world ended.

And the next one began.

They were infinite.

They were the beginning and the ending; they were eternity.

She could not keep his death in her head, like when she tried to imagine the infiniteness of the universe and nearly swooned at the vastness of the thought.

Unfortunately for humanity, God is patient enough to actually enjoy watching the grass grow.