Eternity

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Eternity; I hope everyone enjoys.
Topic Started: Aug 23 2011, 06:44 PM (969 Views)
Shau	Aug 23 2011, 06:44 PM Post #1
Hell's very own St. Peters. / BANANA PHONE Posts: 2,732 Group: Sage Member #11 Joined: November 26, 2006	When I first met Death, I expected what I didn't fully expect. Who can truly pin down the nature of such a thing as Death with mere mortal understanding? What I saw was a being that, predictably enough, looked only like what I did expect: A skeleton wearing a black robe, sporting a pale horse, and a great big scythe on his back...if you can call it a he. But that is where my expectations ended, and quite suiting this was, because I wouldn't have guessed what came next in actually getting to know him......or it. Before I was approached by death, I found myself sitting in a strange void....all around, there was nothingness. Not even white or black, I cannot fully describe it, just....nothing. The only feature in the place seemed to be a solid ground...(and presumably gravity to keep me standing on it). Suddenly, I could sense Death's approach, and with him sound and sight came into the void, as the clopping of the horse's hooves against the invisible ground played herald to the coming visage that manifested before me. "Hello", Death spoke to me. "I am Death, in a way....more accurately, I am the psychopompos that will guide your spirit out of this void, and into the afterlife that awaits you." At the time, I was very shocked. I wasn't ready to die: I was young! Full of life and energy! I was in my prime...I didn't want to go anywhere with him! But Death...he calmed me down. He engaged me, emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually. I had always reckoned death would be a grim figure, frightening and terrible, but here was an entity far more understanding, logical, and philosophical than almost any man or woman I had ever met. "I have", he said, "across the countless billions of years the universe has existed ferried every kind of soul imaginable to their afterlives, including every single human that has ever lived. In that time, I have known lifetimes that might as well stretch into infinity for your mortal mind. And through all of that, I have come to understand in tremendous depth what it is....to BE. In all of it's forms." It was a very interesting revelation, to see this side of Death. In being death, he was also life. "Life defines death", he told me more than once, "and vice versa." In understanding one, you knew the other. Just as he was death, he was also life, and he showed me the entirety of mine, from beginning to end. But, he put a most interesting twist on it...see, I was never the center of focus. "Life.....life is a kind of....strength. A capacity to affect your world. You live....you change your surroundings. It is an unalienable fact of existence. Here....come with me..." He turned his horse, and begun to lead us off into the now-misty horizon. As we walked, we began to pass by all kinds of spectacular visions. Like I had said, he showed me not my life directly, but the impact my life had on the people and world around me. Like the clubhouse I had built off in the edge of the woods near my house... I saw the child-like adventures of generations far down the line, in that very same clubhouse. I saw just a glimpse of the infinitely-expanding echo the mere presence of that clubhouse, built by me, had throughout the universe....the thoughts and ideas inspired inside, and the impact those thoughts and ideas themselves had on the rest of the world, they themselves infinitely expanding outward. And the people. The lives I touched, each and every one of them, I saw all the good, and the bad. I saw the continuation of my line...and even it's eventual end with the extinction of humanity as I knew it. "Your impact on the world will reverberate forever throughout all of humanity's existence, reaching the far corners of the globe, even long after you are completely forgotten by all. All those that live are immortal in some way, as are all doomed to one day face Oblivion and be forgotten." In the last moments of the visions he showed me, the tiniest spark of comfort had finally begun to make its presence. Relief escaped from my mouth, much like my soul had, not so long ago. "I can sense that you're starting to feel a bit better. Maybe you'd like to see them now?" Past all the visions, in the far-off distance, I could see a profoundly glorious light radiating upon a host of spectral forms. Even so far away, I knew even then they had their gaze upon me, and I could sense their smiles even before I could resolve the fuzzy images before us. "Wecome home. We've all missed you....they miss you too, but don't worry....some day, they'll join us here in Eternity." So... Welcome home. I missed you, as I'm sure you missed me when I left. Tell me.....how'd Death treat you? Edited by Shau, Jul 26 2012, 06:31 AM.
	“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.” ― Carl Sagan "Omfg, you actually have my alias as 'Deucer'?" --- Deucer


Nellas	Apr 12 2012, 01:29 AM Post #2
Bean Posts: 44 Group: Sage Member #1,272 Joined: October 18, 2008	Shau, I've always loved reading the things you write.



Shau	May 5 2012, 05:08 AM Post #3
Hell's very own St. Peters. / BANANA PHONE Posts: 2,732 Group: Sage Member #11 Joined: November 26, 2006	So odd to see you come out of the woodwork!
	“A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called "leaves") imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.” ― Carl Sagan "Omfg, you actually have my alias as 'Deucer'?" --- Deucer


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