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He walked on...
He didn't look back, because he knew that there was nothing worth looking at...
He didn't try to look forward, because he knew that all that he would get would be a blur, a distorted image of something that resembled, but not quite, something familiar...
And so he walked on...
...
Others walked. They thought they knew, they thought that they could explain...
The only thing he knew, the only thing he was absolutely sure of, was that they were wrong...
He felt the Emptiness inside...
They claimed to have an meaning.
He felt the need for an Answer, a Question, a Reason...
They said that they had everything they needed.
But knew that it was THEM that were ultimately wrong...
And he silently walked on...
Going from the Past to the Future...
Going from nonexistance to death.
...
They thought that it all had a Meaning.
They thought that they were going somewhere, getting something Important done.
He knew that they were simply walking around in big circles...
And that nothing Big could ever happen.
For just as one day Life broke out upon the Earth...
Just as Man came to be...
Man would one day stop his existance...
And that one day...
Somewhere in the distant future...
Life would also come to an End.
...
And the Earth will be ever silent...
With only the wind howling...
With only the sound of rain falling...
The sound of the Sea Roaring...
But with no one to hear them...
With no one to understand just HOW delicate the balance of nature once was...
...
And the snow softly fell down...
Making a sound so silent...
A sound of a snowflake falling on to the groung...
A sound that only a dead man could here...
For only he would be quiet enough...
...
And he walked on...
Knowing that in front of him...
There would be nothing of Importance...
Nothing of Meaning...
Yet he Hoped...
He continued hoping...
And THAT was what kept him going...
The Meaning of Life...
Hope...
Endless, Neverending Hope.
(C) 2006 Zhilik
He didn't look back, because he knew that there was nothing worth looking at...
He didn't try to look forward, because he knew that all that he would get would be a blur, a distorted image of something that resembled, but not quite, something familiar...
And so he walked on...
...
Others walked. They thought they knew, they thought that they could explain...
The only thing he knew, the only thing he was absolutely sure of, was that they were wrong...
He felt the Emptiness inside...
They claimed to have an meaning.
He felt the need for an Answer, a Question, a Reason...
They said that they had everything they needed.
But knew that it was THEM that were ultimately wrong...
And he silently walked on...
Going from the Past to the Future...
Going from nonexistance to death.
...
They thought that it all had a Meaning.
They thought that they were going somewhere, getting something Important done.
He knew that they were simply walking around in big circles...
And that nothing Big could ever happen.
For just as one day Life broke out upon the Earth...
Just as Man came to be...
Man would one day stop his existance...
And that one day...
Somewhere in the distant future...
Life would also come to an End.
...
And the Earth will be ever silent...
With only the wind howling...
With only the sound of rain falling...
The sound of the Sea Roaring...
But with no one to hear them...
With no one to understand just HOW delicate the balance of nature once was...
...
And the snow softly fell down...
Making a sound so silent...
A sound of a snowflake falling on to the groung...
A sound that only a dead man could here...
For only he would be quiet enough...
...
And he walked on...
Knowing that in front of him...
There would be nothing of Importance...
Nothing of Meaning...
Yet he Hoped...
He continued hoping...
And THAT was what kept him going...
The Meaning of Life...
Hope...
Endless, Neverending Hope.
(C) 2006 Zhilik