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Imagine by Fredric Brown

Imagine ghosts, gods, and devils.

Imagine hells and heavens, cities floating in the sky and cities sunken in the sea

Unicorns and centaurs. Witches, warlocks, inns, and banshees.

Angels and harpies. Charms and incantations. Elementals, familiars, demons.

Easy to imagine all of those things: mankind has been imagining them for thousands of years.

Imagine spaceships and the future.

Easy to imagine; the future is really coming and there’ll be spaceships in it.

Is there then anything that’s really hard to imagine?

Of course, there is.

Imagine a piece of matter and yourself inside it, yourself, aware, thinking and therefore knowing you exist, able to move that piece of matter that you’re in,” to make it sleep or wake, make love or walk uphill.

Imagine a universe-infinite or not, as you wish to picture it- with a billion, billion, billion suns in it.

Imagine a blob of mud whirling madly around one of those suns.

Imagine yourself standing on that blob of mud, whirling with it, whirling through time and space to an unknown destination.


— Written by Fredric Brown, 1955

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  • James ONeil July 22, 2020, 10:44 AM

    & then there’s his shortest short story;

    The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door …
    -written by Fredric Brown, 1948

  • Vanderleun July 22, 2020, 11:03 AM

    A short story, shorter by one letter, than the shortest Brown short story:

    “The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door.”

  • Casey Klahn July 22, 2020, 11:24 AM

    “Jesus wept.”