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Diamond water runs under the bridge, burbling like a thousand far off voices whispering all the secrets man was never meant to know. Voices of the Gods debating the nature of reality, a reality they created, debating how to create it, to recreate it, to uncreate it, 'til there may be nothing left at all, no water, not even the dry deserts full of saguaro that dominate so much of the southwest now. No bright red hot sun beating down on the sweating necks of the Texans, no sky bounding in a boundless world, no ocean, no diamond waters babbling beneath the bridge telling me the secrets of the world, the secrets of life. No secrets at all. All gone.