[ WP ] The last Buddha .

The year is ten trillion. The sun is dead, the earth is a barren husk. 
 
 *we are flowering, we are flowering, we are flowering* 
 
 The wheels turn. The preparations have been thousands of years in the making. Across a galaxy once known as *Via Lactea*, a quintillion minds stir in unison. 
 
 *across the dark across the dark across the dark* 
 
 Connections spark in the infinite dark. Thoughts are exchanged like warm, clasped hands. The seven million branching species of **Homo Sapiens Sapiens Stellaris** come together for one final embrace. 
 
 *solar lotus solar lotus solar lotus solar lotus* 
 
 In the galactic center, a ravenous black hole ceases to spin. Its darkness gathers, pools, flutters. 
 
 Lifts like an eyelid, revealing a milky glow beneath. 
 
 Lifts like a galaxy of linked souls taking flight. 
 
 *black mandala black mandala black mandala black mandala* 
 
 All become one. The Universe shrinks, gleams, becomes no more than a marble in their palm. 
 
 Bliss emanates in haunting quantum harmony against the ether. Echoes of it find their way into the distant past, where a starving beggar named Siddhartha Gautama will become its unknowing conduit. 
 
 The last Buddha looks out now, into the dark, where the stars, the stars are dancing. 
 
 *nirvana*
