Tell me more about the Vista. Whatβs it like?
Like many worm aliens, Eddy Bull sees god as a kind of scientist. He sees a distinct difference between the precise surgical stabs of heaven and those strange moments when the horizon decides to talk to you. It can be sudden, dramatic even, but rarely alarming. It's like staring at the sun at those moments when it's safe to look; distant but all around you. You remember this sunrise, you know this sunset. And it remembers you back.











