the ice cube floated thoughtfully around the rim of the glass, knock knocking gently from edge to edge. But a circle has no edges, he thought, or does it? it has one edge, continuous. Circular in fact. tracing from one edge of the edge to the other, the cube drifted slowly lower into the depths of the container.
when i looked back, it was gone. the edge was there, but the cube had met its fate, being absorbed effortlessly it seemed into nothingness. if no matter ever disappears but only changes form, then where does the cube go?
over the edge