A short story
Such a delusion. Such a great parlor trick.
Oh, I've figured it out. It's a test. Life here on Earth is an illusion. I'm being led to believe there's love, life and happiness, and that people find each other with the merest ease. I'm to believe there's a man for every woman, a woman for every man. Happily ever after and all that.
But I know what's going on. I know that if I fall for it I'll lose my soul. If I resist and die single, having never fallen for the made-for-my-mind trap that supposedly all humans embrace, I will have won, right?
It's the only explanation. It's the only way to reason why what seemingly occurs naturally everywhere else in this (fake) world eludes my grasp. It's all a test. I'm experiencing, lo actually touching and feeling, this world you all call home. Well, it's worked well so far, but I'm on to you people. When I "die" and awake from this induced test, I'll have passed the scrutiny of my analysts performing these experiments.
Yes, the ones who fall prey to mere carnal lust and animal urges are doomed to repeat their mistakes through reincarnations of their earthly souls until they finally get it.
Well, I got it. I'm ready. I may live another 40 of your Earth "years" or I may "die" tomorrow, but I now rest assured that I've finally solved the riddle of damnation. I shall no longer commit myself to mere animal urges. I'm ready for whatever further purpose my illusory experts have in store for me.
Please, Earth people, friends, members of my elaborate illusion, continue to tempt me with tales of culinary delights, travel destinations, or a love that transcends all. But I now know it all to be a farce. An act. A program, delusion, a work of art so convincing it took me all of almost 52 of your Earth "years" to realize.
My uncles were the smart ones. The oldest siblings of my mom and my dad both left this Earth, or illusion if you will, intact of such common carnal animal desire. I am but a legacy. It was meant to be. We're rare, we legacies. We have a further purpose. We carry the gene, in your earthly parlance, to be able to recognize this passage to another form of being. And so it shall be. I embrace the transition, whenever the illusionists see fit to bring it upon me.
Fare well, my friends. I thank you for encouraging me. I thank you for sharing your tales of sensory delight while I partook of this most vivid test of my will. I hope that your souls, as they appear to me now in this experiment, will each find their way through this earthly grittiness to their own ultimate purpose. It appears the soul needs to be recycled enough to come to a realization, and I now find peace in that discovery. I shall continue to partake of the earthly delights as I walk among you. When my further meaning is realized, I shall speak well of all your souls.
©Copyright Frizgolf Press 2009. All Rights Reserved.
Oh, I've figured it out. It's a test. Life here on Earth is an illusion. I'm being led to believe there's love, life and happiness, and that people find each other with the merest ease. I'm to believe there's a man for every woman, a woman for every man. Happily ever after and all that.
But I know what's going on. I know that if I fall for it I'll lose my soul. If I resist and die single, having never fallen for the made-for-my-mind trap that supposedly all humans embrace, I will have won, right?
It's the only explanation. It's the only way to reason why what seemingly occurs naturally everywhere else in this (fake) world eludes my grasp. It's all a test. I'm experiencing, lo actually touching and feeling, this world you all call home. Well, it's worked well so far, but I'm on to you people. When I "die" and awake from this induced test, I'll have passed the scrutiny of my analysts performing these experiments.
Yes, the ones who fall prey to mere carnal lust and animal urges are doomed to repeat their mistakes through reincarnations of their earthly souls until they finally get it.
Well, I got it. I'm ready. I may live another 40 of your Earth "years" or I may "die" tomorrow, but I now rest assured that I've finally solved the riddle of damnation. I shall no longer commit myself to mere animal urges. I'm ready for whatever further purpose my illusory experts have in store for me.
Please, Earth people, friends, members of my elaborate illusion, continue to tempt me with tales of culinary delights, travel destinations, or a love that transcends all. But I now know it all to be a farce. An act. A program, delusion, a work of art so convincing it took me all of almost 52 of your Earth "years" to realize.
My uncles were the smart ones. The oldest siblings of my mom and my dad both left this Earth, or illusion if you will, intact of such common carnal animal desire. I am but a legacy. It was meant to be. We're rare, we legacies. We have a further purpose. We carry the gene, in your earthly parlance, to be able to recognize this passage to another form of being. And so it shall be. I embrace the transition, whenever the illusionists see fit to bring it upon me.
Fare well, my friends. I thank you for encouraging me. I thank you for sharing your tales of sensory delight while I partook of this most vivid test of my will. I hope that your souls, as they appear to me now in this experiment, will each find their way through this earthly grittiness to their own ultimate purpose. It appears the soul needs to be recycled enough to come to a realization, and I now find peace in that discovery. I shall continue to partake of the earthly delights as I walk among you. When my further meaning is realized, I shall speak well of all your souls.
©Copyright Frizgolf Press 2009. All Rights Reserved.