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I am a spider, perched on a sink. I have never loved nor ever will. I survive. I’m being swept down into a black hole.
I am a spider, dying, circling, twisting, contorting but I do not emotionalize nor ever will. I’m sinking deeper and deeper. My fate approaches. I do not care. I have no concept of “caring”. I have instinct. I survive.
I am a spider, circling the edge of a black hole. I will die soon; it is inevitable. Yet I still try to survive.
I am a spider, engulfed in a black hole. Falling, falling, falling, falling, not quite dead yet.
I am a spider, lost in a black hole. I am dead. I did not survive.
I am awake, consciously writing this sentence. I am no longer a spider. I think. I feel. I love. I survive.
At the center of the room was a point. There was nothing particularly special about this point. Technically, it didn’t exist; it was solely a one-dimensional concept of space. But for the sake of this story, let’s give this point a chance at life.
The point was lonely. Around it, an infinitely large number of other points existed. So it was not “alone”, but still lonely. The point was lonely because it had no great purpose or importance, in the cosmic perspective. It will always exist as only a point. Lines and shapes formed important things. But this was just a point.
One day the room was lit. The point was awoken from its piteous sleep. The room had never been illuminated before. The point saw the room for the first time and, again for the sake of this story, instantly conceptualized the notions of “room”, “light”, and “place”. It quickly realized that it was at the center of this room. Then the light went off.
Then, what seemed like a billion years passed. The point fell into another impervious sleep. The light may have been turned on again, it may have even been on for the whole time, but the point slept, uninterrupted. It dreamt about light and nothing more. It had no concept of movement, sound, or exploration. Its dreams held no potential for great adventure. It dreamt of a light radiating from somewhere outside of the room. The point could not see the light, but it knew it was there. The light had to be there. There was no other option.
When the point awoke, it was dark again. It waited for the light to return. It never did. The point began to wonder if the light had ever been there in the first place. Perhaps it was a terrible folly – a wonderful yet terrible folly.
The point then broke the silence. It summoned an unknown strength and questioned the darkness. It asked, “Where are you, Light?”
There was no response because there was no light. In fact, there was no room either. Points cannot speak, cannot dream, and do not wish luminosity upon their surroundings. This is where the story breaks.
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I, your humble narrator, wish to add a small post script to this dreadfully unimaginative tale. When I dream of an imperceptible light, I disregard it as a wishful construction of the dream. Don’t waste away waiting for that light to find you. You are a point, in an indefinably large room searching for light in static darkness. I would posit that perhaps the search for light may be a misuse of your quite limited on the Earth.
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I, your humble author and a completely different persona than that of the narrator, also wish to add to this aberration. The pursuit of love is just as pointless as the search for light, yet it seems to be much more common and impossible to avoid.
I’m groping in the darkness for an exit from this room. I want to know if I will find her (my light) outside. I want to know if she is searching for me too. I want to know if she ever meant to light up my room. Will she ever do it again?
I want to know. Need to know?
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You, my humble reader, should add the final thought to this piece. Who is your light, who does (s)he shine for, and is it worth the risk of dying in the darkness to spend your life searching for this light?
“What Is Marriage?” by Austin Kleon | A 20x200 Print
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This is what happens when you buy a phone off e-bay, and the past owner doesn’t delete their photos.
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Mighty To Save: What could have been done with the 130 Million dollars spent on the Royal Wedding? -
This post…..
“shared the gospel with 100,000,000+ unreached people. that is over half the population of muslims in the world. within 5 years with the fruit of the spirit could literally overturn islam forever.”
Because Muslims are unlearned heathens who must be converted to the only true and proper religion, Imperialism. I mean, Christianity. NICE POST, BUDDY.
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I am having a garage sale to raise money for my Eagle Project and I’ve collected a lot of donations from a bunch of people. In those donations I came across a really cool collection of CDs which I am currently going though. The first one I’ve been listening to is Naveed by Our Lady Peace.
It’s awesome.
Stand out songs, to me, are:
Denied
The Birdman
Hope
Hey, I actually used Tumblr today!