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| Topic Started: Feb 23 2008, 09:08 PM (157 Views) | |
| river | Feb 23 2008, 09:08 PM Post #1 |
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Their fate was inescapable. No matter how you looked at it. There was no way out. One bullet left, a hundredfold in the opposition. They would be devoured, and become like them. Mindless. Empty. A void. Nothing. A fate, to those with minds capable only of grasping finite conclusions, was worse than death. They stared into each others eyes. He wanted to say it, but she already knew. Their eyes remained locked, and the trigger was pulled. Everything went black. ... What? Was the first thought. No, thought is inaccurate. Perception. “What?” He Perceived. He is also inaccurate. It existed no material, no matter. The void was empty, not to be filled. It was a swirling mass of emotion; this and that, the thoughts and memories, and understanding. It all seemed easier to work out. He finally understood. It had taken so long. Or had it? It couldn’t tell. “it” wasn’t “it” either. It was... an infinite singularity, bound to itself. Unfathomable, but fathomable. The singularity knew. Perceived. But it wasn’t alone in the perception. Far from. It was... encompassed by others. By itself. It could see. Smell. Taste. Hear. Feel. It could do all those and more. What? It was. Is. Will be. Infinite. Embracing everything, embracing nothing. Embracing one thing, But the perception of memory existed. It knew. But it didn’t know exactly what. Nothingness cannot be altered, but it can. He. It. The Singularity. Was not alone. But alone cannot be defined when earthly terms have been forever lost. Forever. Endless. He. It. The Singularity. It felt, Felt? Felt again The last moments of his last reality. His being of matter, the extent of human perception. It felt good. But all good things come to an end. And then they go on forever. |
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