Idle Speculation. The Dangers of Contentment.
Those Dead who struggle to regain Life, who cling and claw and rage against the current, who fight through those icy black waters, who want to return to a world where light and water burn and love and companionship are closed to them, are surely not worthy of even the dessicated, jellying, clicking corpse that awaits them!
Surely they could not have loved Life while they were alive - they were too afraid (that they would die, or that it might rain, or that their wife might leave them for the jester, or that their dinner might not be ready for them when they got home - afraid that things would change. Afraid of everything) And now, even in Death, they're still afraid of the unknown, of the beauty of the Gate of Stars - even as their bodies warp and twist and turn grotesque to mirror the hatred and rage and fear in their souls. If only they would calm, breathe, think, remember, love, feel and then let go. But no, even if they do manage to regain Life they, again, will waste their 'second chance' by thinking and feeling as they did when alive.
But now, they will also have to hide from the light of the sun - hide from warmth of all kinds.
They will have to take Life to continue 'living.'
For them, it's the Life itself that's become important - the consumption other's lives - and not what they do with their own.
They never lived while they were alive - and they still don't know how to - so they eat Life, thinking that that will give them the experiences they were too afraid to feel for themselves when they were contained in mortal husk. Pity them, but fear them as well - while they live and die - for they're blind to all wonder and beauty.
Surely they could not have loved Life while they were alive - they were too afraid (that they would die, or that it might rain, or that their wife might leave them for the jester, or that their dinner might not be ready for them when they got home - afraid that things would change. Afraid of everything) And now, even in Death, they're still afraid of the unknown, of the beauty of the Gate of Stars - even as their bodies warp and twist and turn grotesque to mirror the hatred and rage and fear in their souls. If only they would calm, breathe, think, remember, love, feel and then let go. But no, even if they do manage to regain Life they, again, will waste their 'second chance' by thinking and feeling as they did when alive.
But now, they will also have to hide from the light of the sun - hide from warmth of all kinds.
They will have to take Life to continue 'living.'
For them, it's the Life itself that's become important - the consumption other's lives - and not what they do with their own.
They never lived while they were alive - and they still don't know how to - so they eat Life, thinking that that will give them the experiences they were too afraid to feel for themselves when they were contained in mortal husk. Pity them, but fear them as well - while they live and die - for they're blind to all wonder and beauty.