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loginIn Eternity where there is no time, nothing can grow, nothing can become, nothing changes. So Death created time to grow the things that it would kill. And you are reborn...but into the same life that you've always been born into. I have seen the ending of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. So sure that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual, with purpose, meaning. So certain that they more than a biological puppet. Truth wills out, and everybody see's once the Stranger cuts them all down.
These still bodies so certain that they were more than the sum of their urges. All the useless spinning. Tired minds, collisions, sighs and ignorance. You know what I see? They welcomed it. Right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable release. See cause they were afraid and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just...let go. They saw, in that last nano-second, they saw what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never anything but a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will, and you can just let go. Time to notice you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that in all your life, all your love all your hate all your memory all your pain, it was all the same thing, IT WAS ALL THE SAME THING. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being... a person.