Every thousand years, this metal sphere ten times the size of Jupiter floats just a few yards past the earth. You climb on your roof and take a swipe at it with a single feather. Hit it once every thousand years, ‘til you’ve worn it down to the size of a pea. I’d say that’s a long time, but it’s only half a blink in the place you’re gonna be.
—Built to Spill, “Randy Described Eternity”