“Soon I shall pass from this world. It is my time. All the hours of the day are now colored by the thoughts and fears borne of this realization. I know that the elements of my body will return to the Earth. But what of my consciousness? My identity? That is to say – what of ME? I suspect it will end. That there is no next world. Nor a return to this one. It will simply be done. Forever.
Our lives are so brief and unimportant. The cosmos cares nothing for us. For what we’ve done; Had we wrought evil instead of good. Had I chosen to abuse the Apple instead of seal it away. None of it would have mattered. There is no counting. No reckoning. No final judgement. There is simply silence. And darkness. Utter and absolute… And so I have begun to wonder – might there not be a way to stop – or at least delay – death’s embrace? Surely the ones who came before were not so frail and feeble as we. But I have sworn to be done with the artifact. To not gaze into its core. Still: faced as I am with the prospect of my end, what harm is there in one last look…”—
Dude, he put all my feelings into words. [this is a real worry of mine] He is more than an assassin. He is the great philosopher. Next time someone mentions Socrates, Aristotle, or even that Pluto dude, I’m gonna codex their faces. Why oh why is this man not real!
or that apple for that matter… I keep reminding myself its not edible. That’s what I keep telling myself.