You are at the edge of a great, wide void. Behind you lies all the monstrous valleys and mountains of life that you've passed through, and below your feet gray rocks stand in solemn homage. And this great chasm, yawning beyond even the boundless eternities beckons you forward. You know countless others have gone before you, but know all must go into it alone, and without any aid, knowing not where they'll go. You will not find a mark there; the place itself is void of color, even black. It destroys you just to look out towards those unknown horizons of no-color. But you must go; the gray rocks turn into sand and start sliding downward-- the sand disappearing into nothing as well.
You now have choice: try to crawl out, screaming for useless help; or you can jump headfirst with the most sublime serenity. As it is, you chose the latter.
You decided that before you were taken, you would feel your heart pump a few more times of that sanguine mystery that we call "love". The love for life itself filled you. You wanted to remember and act out all the scenes of those you love with such deep affection, and taste in your memory the beautiful sights of the world of life: those long walks in a crisp morn in fall; the relief of warmth from the biting winter cold; the calming effects of rain during spring storms; and the delicious greenery as you feel the warmth of another's hand in summer. And you see them: the faces of your love ones. They smile at you, and you smile back, even though you must depart from them. That sweet love penetrates you, even as you fade. Fading only makes you love all the more.
And the last thought you have before thought itself cannot exist in that place, you say: "It's okay... into nothing I go... into nothing I become... But oh, how I'm excited to know what that means, and if maybe one day I'll become something again!"
And you disappeared with all the others.
You now have choice: try to crawl out, screaming for useless help; or you can jump headfirst with the most sublime serenity. As it is, you chose the latter.
You decided that before you were taken, you would feel your heart pump a few more times of that sanguine mystery that we call "love". The love for life itself filled you. You wanted to remember and act out all the scenes of those you love with such deep affection, and taste in your memory the beautiful sights of the world of life: those long walks in a crisp morn in fall; the relief of warmth from the biting winter cold; the calming effects of rain during spring storms; and the delicious greenery as you feel the warmth of another's hand in summer. And you see them: the faces of your love ones. They smile at you, and you smile back, even though you must depart from them. That sweet love penetrates you, even as you fade. Fading only makes you love all the more.
And the last thought you have before thought itself cannot exist in that place, you say: "It's okay... into nothing I go... into nothing I become... But oh, how I'm excited to know what that means, and if maybe one day I'll become something again!"
And you disappeared with all the others.
