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An Imagined Death Something happened to me a few days ago - I died. Strangely, I can still see, hear and feel. It was quite an experience, a once in a lifetime kind, indeed. There was no pain. Drifting on a river, in my bright - colored silk evening gown, trees (or perhaps some figures) were waving on the riverbank, gradually receding and shrinking; those lice once crawling over my silk gown were slowly going away. As an unspeakable joy arising from my softening body, I was taken away by a heavenly melody... Now that I had lived my life and death, I thought, I got to tell people something. I prepared a speech for those who were coming to my funeral. I wanted to announce loud that death is not a dread but a good thing for men. Freed from constant struggling and suffering, one is finally in peace, and may become happy, not ephemerally but eternally. Precisely for this reason, I wanted to plead with them, with sincerity, not to cry for me. However, I did not see a single sad soul (More strangely, I see even better now - I can see the souls of people). Behind those pearl - like teardrops and solemn looks, was indifference or even secret laughers. I became speechless on my funeral. Was I disappointed? But shouldn't I be glad? They were doing exactly what I had wanted them to do! hahaha, I laughed it away, speechless... Lying lazy at my new home, I began my life in another world. Sunrays, sifted through the wooden walls, feel perfect on my body and just right on my eyes. There are gentle movements in the water, perfectly soothing and relaxing. Birds sing a pleasant tune from morning to night. Rid of lousy lice, my silk gown looks gorgeous. I am in peace and happy, genuinely happy. Not before too long, though, I became bored. Everything is perfect. Nothing changes. I began to long for the thrill of running in a storm, the excitement of jumping among rough waves, and even the threatening of roaring thunders. Perhaps it would be a bit fun to have a few lice back. But the water is so pure, and there are no bugs whatsoever. Only then I began to truly understand the life of the dead. I don't want to lie dead any more! I want to rise! I want to walk and run! Even if it is meant to be burned by the sun, bitten by beasts, vexed by lice, or even betrayed by my kind! I tried to summon up all my strength to make a strike, then another, another... Motionless, my body remained. I became hopeless. In this hopelessness, I lost my senses. I can no more see, hear and feel. I am decaying. |
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