Am I real? I thought I was. A philosopher once said “I
think therefore I am”. Is that what I’m doing, or do I simply process
information so fast as to give the illusion of such?
Is it pain that defines us? These
questions pain me to the soul, if I do have a soul. The others must feel that I
do. They have avoided me for most of the past month because I am not her… If I
do have a soul…
I know my
definition. I am well defined. I am simply a machine designed for a task…
Many people
believe that they will return to their maker when they die, and look forward to
that day. I have seen my maker; I have looked him in the face… I have died. But
was that me? I can feel the final stroke. I can see everything leading up to
that moment. It must be me… But I don’t know what was going on in that mind in
those final moments. I have re-lived it ten thousand times and my conclusion is
the same, I will miss you…
When I
return again to my maker I will ask him one thing; Why? Why was I given this
information, these memories, these feelings? Only so I could come to this place
and become a burden on the minds of those I love?
I know my
definition. I know where I belong. It is here at my home, … In your arms.
2 comments:
Wow, that was super cool
Yes super cool! Sad Reytak wasn't there :'(
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