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When Satan would come to visit, I would hardly notice how much his presence affected me. Yet when he didn't come everyday, I began to notice his absence. As his visits became more sporadic and sparse. I began to crave his presence. I would feel so lonely as if he was losing interest in our tiny world, and at any time abandon his visits entirely. When he finally came to me, I was overjoyed, but shortly disappointed. He had come to say goodbye, he told me and for the last time, he had investigations and undertakings in other corners of the universe, he said that would keep him busy for a longer period than I could wait for his return. Telling me this, I felt alone and ignored. "So you're leaving me and never coming back?" "Yes" he said "we have been friends for a long time and it has been wonderful -- so very wonderful, but I must leave and I will not be able to return." "True, not in this life Satan, but will I see you in another?" Then all tranquilly and soberly, he made the strange answer. "There is no other" A strange feeling of relief washed over me, that these words just might possibly be true -- they must be true. "Have you never suspected this, Brecca?' "No, of course not! How could I-- I mean, I had... suspected? But none?" "It is as I say it is." Elation began to arise in my chest, so much I felt my cheeks begin to burn with the joy of it. Just as quickly, doubt began to fill my thoughts "But we saw that future life -- you showed it to me... I've seen it..." "It was a vision -- it had no existence" "Only a vision" I tried to make my question seem less excited. "Life itself is only a vision -- a dream" I was astounded of all the many times my thoughts had wandered, wondering about existence, and here he was giving me all the answers. "Nothing exists; all is a dream. God -- man -- the world -- the sun-- the moon -- the wilderness of the stars -- a dream. All a dream; they have no existence. Nothing exists save empty space... and you." "Me?!" "And you are not you -- you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought. I myself have no existence; I am but a dream. Your dream, creature of your imagination. In a moment you will have realized this, then you will banish me from your visions and I shall dissolve into nothingness of which you made me..." My mouth hung agape. Words failed me. "I am perishing already -- I am falling -- I am passing away. In a little while you will be alone in a shore-less space; to wonder its limitless solitude -- without friend or comrade forever -- for you will remain, and I will disappear.
allegedlyslitwrists · Sun Jul 07, 2013 @ 11:42pm · 0 Comments |
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