---in a future yet to be conceived—
A man and a woman are standing in a field. At one time it was beautiful. It was full of grass and trees, and flowers, invigorated by a fresh blue sky. Now it is a scorched wasteland, barren of all life except for the man and woman.
“Why are we here? What is our purpose in being here at this particular moment?” asks the woman as she looks into the horizon and turns to look the man in the eye.
“It is the truth we are seeking. Look at it, focus all your energy on it and contemplate its deep and eternal meaning. The meaning is right here in front of us. Remember that this wasteland was once beautiful, but now it is dying, and us along with it. Pretty soon we will die and the cycle shall be complete”
“We are a part of a cycle of forward motion that began at the creation of the universe. We are the final, living embodiment of matter and particles that have been perpetually in form since creation.”
“So, what it all comes down to is that death is the ultimate meaning of life?”
The man turns to the sea, and points out into the horizon, “this was once teeming with life, but now is mucky, lifeless goo. I was once full of that life, as were you. When we die, no one will remember us, what we accomplished and who we were.”
“What will happen once we die, when we are gone and there are no more voices?”
“We will be swept away by the sea of death. But this existence is only one point. We are joining something bigger. Every end is a beginning. Every beginning is an end. There is always something more wonderful beyond the horizon. It lies just out of the reach of our own perception.”
The man takes a big breath and looks deeply into the eyes of the woman. They share a glance. All that can be heard is the burning sun, and the sound of the listless sand being blown by the sterile wind.
“My love, do not fear this, for it is our destiny. It is what we were born for. It is our privilege to be able to witness the end of this. For it is the beginning of something so very great.
The woman nods, and caresses the man’s face. It is rough and firm. “So now we will hold hands for one final time and follow our path?”
“Yes, do not fear it”, grabs the woman’s hand.
“We are fulfilling our cosmic destiny, right now we are the most important things in the universe. Come on, we must go.”
They jump into the water
Fuck this shit!
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ReplyDeleteIt's experience. I wrote this when I was 22 or 23 and it is an exploration into the nature of existemce, in as much as the meaning each of us have. I am considering myself and my own so called accomplishments and all this stuff. I am thinking about the desire to put it all out there and get "recognised." Perhaps it's all shit?
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