31st March, 2098
Monday,
9:30 PM
Dear Diary,
My name is Joe, and no, the story in this letter isn’t the type of story where things get better by escaping. No transmigration to magical worlds, no going back in time and what not, no second chances buddy. Ha, in fact, this isn’t even a story that will bring you hope. The only reason I’m telling this tale is so that I can relish in your despair. I have suffered. And so must you. Ugh, I wish I had listened to Mikey and made an effort to involve some pathetic science men. It would have been fun seeing them walking off building roofs in despair.
This is a tale of reality. Of truth. There’s wars up north, communists in the east, ‘feelings’ supremacists in west and abject poverty in central; but I would rather have these weigh on me than the truth a million times over.
I mean it.
So let us begin. I shall do my best to reveal the truth to you but whether you understand it is of no consequence to me. If you do understand, it only goes to show how wonderful of a teacher I am, if you don’t, blame yourself for being a blathering Neanderthal.
A fool once said ‘I think and therefore I am.’ These are words from the sire of simpletons. Do away with such nonsense.
‘I’ am not my eyes that see,
‘I’ am not my ears that hear,
‘I’ am not my nose that smells,
‘I’ am not my tongue that tastes,
‘I’ am not my skin that feels,
And certainly; ‘I’ am not my brain that processes thought,
All these organs need triggers to perceive the world, eyes need photons, ears need sound waves and so forth. But, if that’s the trend, then what triggers thoughts?
Drums please!
The answer, you Neanderthal, is ‘I’. ‘I’ uses the brain to process these environmental triggers and relays them to ‘me’. Some of the more imaginative earthlings have termed ‘I’ as the ‘soul’, which is fine with me. What you call it is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
Those with five environmental senses, which is the majority of mankind, can’t even perceive where ‘I’ is. Ironic that none of you know where you are nor what you are.
From my studies, I have discovered the origins of ‘I’. On any other day, I would personally consider myself superior for being capable of perceiving ‘I’ but the truth of the world smothers that flame of pride so thoroughly that I yearn for ignorance.
A veil exists and behind that veil is eternity, darkness, hopelessness and desperation. Behind that veil also exists an eternal number of souls.
Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.
Ever wonder what ‘birth’ is? It’s a gift. The only semblance of hope. An infinite number of souls wage fierce battles in desperation to gain an opportunity at life. Odds of one against trillions upon trillions of trillions—ugh, who am I kidding, just think ‘Infinity’— to make it past the veil and throw it’s lot into the hat.
A man’s loins accommodates roughly two hundred million souls for each tea spoon’s worth of essence. A woman shall only gift one of these poor bastards a body. Odds of one against two hundred million, a grand improvement from the odds behind the veil.
Feeling despair yet? Of course not, you’ve already overcome the odds and have no memory of the struggle. This is life’s curse and also one of it’s blessings now that I’m thinking about it.
Anyway, I digress. Let us move on, shall we?
Ever wonder what death is? Death is a whore. It has no bottom line. It’s a cliff without rails. For birth to occur, strict requirements must be met. Only a pairing of male and female and only one birth session every nine months. Death? Anything can kill you. No requirements exists for death. No preparations are needed for death to occur. Birth is literally a camel going through the eye of a needle, life is a treadmill and death is an open cliff stretching out to infinity. All it takes is a sneeze in the wrong direction and you’re moon walking off that cliff.
I mentioned one of the blessings of life, didn’t I?
Well, the other blessings granted are the senses. The tools ‘I’ uses to interact with life. Even here, there are grades to these blessings. The common blessings enjoyed by humans are the blessings of five; which refers to the tools at ‘I’s disposal. Some get blessings of four; which just means they are born without one of the senses. Either born blind, deaf, amongst others.
Conversely, we have ones gifted with more blessings. People like me. I was born with twelve senses. I’m supposed to be superior to you all Neanderthals… and I am! But I feel more despair than my desire to gloat over my obvious superiority. That whore, death, takes us somewhere and I can’t perceive it no matter how hard I try. All I know is that because of death, my blessings shall be wretched from me. So I went out of my way to understand why someone of my caliber has to participate in something so pedestrian as death.
I believe that the purpose of these senses is to help us gain a small piece of divinity. ‘I’ should gain divinity and thus gain immortality. You Neanderthals have always thought that immortality refers to being capable of hanging onto your senses for eternity.
*Sigh.
Idiots. Immortality refers to the freedom of ‘I’. ‘I’ being subject to nothing. I’ve read your fictions. You believe power is gaining control over things your senses perceive, but what use is it if you still need to be within the confines of the framework of life to make use of it?
Immortality exists outside of life and outside of death. This is why I am walking off that cliff of death. Let us see who dares deny my right to be immortal.
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Name: Joe Nightstream
Time of Death: 00:01, 02-Nov-2099
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The Lesser Deception
“At What Point Do You Become God?”
“Becoming the most powerful being in existence and beyond makes me like God.”
~ By The Rising Sun to The Blind Idiot god