The unknown captivates the attention of even the deepest recesses of our awareness. Like the flame to a moth, Death flickers with a beckoning wave. And as humans, we respond with confrontation, questions, and damnation. Since the dawn of humanity, Death has captured the fascination of the mortal mind and holds the precious conscience in her barren grip. She taunts us with her mystery.
For it is the unknown of Death to which we are drawn. Should we fear or embrace her? She is, after all, the everlasting end.
Early philosophers weave tales of horror, depicting her coming as a fiery hell or hollow end. Eternities of pure pain or absolute emptiness; a paradise lost to all of humanity. Few claim that there is goodness and riches to come, but the cynicism in their voice betrays their inner feelings.
And so we are left lost in wonder and in fear. What lies in the hereafter?
We know not where to turn because those who claim to be of the knowing are merely false prophets of the mortal realm. We will only know the truth when she comes to call on us in the night.
One truth that humanity can be certain of is that our mortal time will end. For she will come for each of us, one day…
Shivers! This had some lovely lines, this one in particular stood out to me: “Few claim that there is goodness and riches to come, but the cynicism in their voice betrays their inner feelings.” Death is a great writing topic, especially concerning the conscious mind and self-awareness. I really like what you managed in so few words. It has a quiet lyricalness to it.
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Thank you, Willow! I really appreciate your comment and am glad you enjoyed this.
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