OzDok
iTard
This is a story about life.
A man's life to be exact. Nothing special about this man, he merely lived his days as any other human would. He was as a child, ordinary. As he grew, he remained ordinary.
So why is this ordinary man with an ordinary life and an ordinary past the protaganist of this little tale about the greatest thing to ever grace our existences, indeed - truly our existences in whole?
Because it is in mediocracy and boredom that life prevails. A man who is pre-occupied with thoughts of ISA's and insurance and car payments and morgages isn't thinking about that one looming inevitability. No, not taxes, the OTHER inevitability. That's right - Death.
Those who attempt to live life to the fullest are those who are most scared of that final stop. They strive to experience all they can before the end, as if it would somehow postpone the final curtain call.
But I digress, we return to the story at hand.
This man's name was Thomas. If you were lucky enough to share a few pints with him at his local, you may have grudgingly been allowed to call him Tom. He was a proud owner of a Vauxhall Astra, two dogs and a mortgage. He wished he could find a woman to share his life with, but he'd never had any luck with that sort of thing. So he contented himself with his work (telephone sales, never a demanding job at the best of times) and thought wistfully of exciting nights out and mountains in far-off lands.
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"Each life holds experience, which is passed through generations" he explained.
"As each person dies, their experiences are shared with the species. Emotions colour these experiences, to show danger or happiness to each experience. As more people die with fear in their hearts, each new generation fears death more. We are reaching a cataclysm where each person is living in expectation of death. They are living to die."
"This creature is of the endless tides of the void. It does not exist. It appears to clean wounds in the fabric of reality. It has come to cleanse the paradox that is harming reality". Finished, he sat back and waited for his words to sink in.
"But.." Tom whispered, "The paradox is our living to die?". He nodded affirmitavely. "It's come to destroy the human race?". Shocked, I barely heard the next few words.
"Not just our race, but this entire plane of existence. It will return it to nothing, all experience, all life, all fear. In a way, it is our saviour. It is removing the fear of death by removing the cause - Life."
A man's life to be exact. Nothing special about this man, he merely lived his days as any other human would. He was as a child, ordinary. As he grew, he remained ordinary.
So why is this ordinary man with an ordinary life and an ordinary past the protaganist of this little tale about the greatest thing to ever grace our existences, indeed - truly our existences in whole?
Because it is in mediocracy and boredom that life prevails. A man who is pre-occupied with thoughts of ISA's and insurance and car payments and morgages isn't thinking about that one looming inevitability. No, not taxes, the OTHER inevitability. That's right - Death.
Those who attempt to live life to the fullest are those who are most scared of that final stop. They strive to experience all they can before the end, as if it would somehow postpone the final curtain call.
But I digress, we return to the story at hand.
This man's name was Thomas. If you were lucky enough to share a few pints with him at his local, you may have grudgingly been allowed to call him Tom. He was a proud owner of a Vauxhall Astra, two dogs and a mortgage. He wished he could find a woman to share his life with, but he'd never had any luck with that sort of thing. So he contented himself with his work (telephone sales, never a demanding job at the best of times) and thought wistfully of exciting nights out and mountains in far-off lands.
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"Each life holds experience, which is passed through generations" he explained.
"As each person dies, their experiences are shared with the species. Emotions colour these experiences, to show danger or happiness to each experience. As more people die with fear in their hearts, each new generation fears death more. We are reaching a cataclysm where each person is living in expectation of death. They are living to die."
"This creature is of the endless tides of the void. It does not exist. It appears to clean wounds in the fabric of reality. It has come to cleanse the paradox that is harming reality". Finished, he sat back and waited for his words to sink in.
"But.." Tom whispered, "The paradox is our living to die?". He nodded affirmitavely. "It's come to destroy the human race?". Shocked, I barely heard the next few words.
"Not just our race, but this entire plane of existence. It will return it to nothing, all experience, all life, all fear. In a way, it is our saviour. It is removing the fear of death by removing the cause - Life."
