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i die and my soul finally ascends into the highest plane of existence. i can see everything in every plane of every reality that exists in every universe at once and i can finally after years of reaching as a human grasp in one fleeting moment the inherent truth of existence as a whole. i am finally at peace. somewhere below in the intricate expanse of labyrinthine constructs of logic and spacetime there glimmers like an abstraction of a star my understanding of the universe as it was when i was still confined to humanity. it is so small but still so, so bright.
"kinda defeats the purpose, doesn't it?" asks a fellow newly ascended soul, standing next to me. (we do not truly stand. there is no need for physical forms here, but old habits die hard.) "look at how little we knew back then. it's tiny."
i think back to the blurriness of that time, of the colors and the emotions and the pain and the love that wound through it gently like the roots of a tree in the earth. Earth. I remember Earth. I was there once. When I was very small the storms in the sky and their noises terrified me. As I grew older I learned to love them and eventually wait excitedly for them. they still have storms in the ascended plane of existence, of course, but they're much closer to lines of code in a computer screen. i chuckle to myself. nobody there ever really seemed to understand how close those devs actually got to the afterlife, least of all the devs themselves. but lines of code that make up a storm do not make a storm. you have to be there in person for it to truly be a storm. and for that you must have been human at one point.
"i think that time carried its own charms," i say. we are both silent. the world pulsates gently below
#ray's tag#writing#keys' writing#it is now 11pm and i am. So tired if you couldn't tell by this#Fucign hell the eepy#im gonna go to bed byebye
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