Darkness . . . fire . . . screams . . . pain . . . darkness again . . . The mind shudders, hoping to take refuge in the nothing; to hide in the nothing, to shield away from the horrors of substance. The pains of life . . . love . . . and loss . . . The demons of the past, the fears of the future, the contempt of the present, the mind is nothing now, just a piece of scrap in the maelstrom of nothingness . . . fading from existence.
Who would care? What was the loss? With everything to lose and nothing to gain, what was the point? What is the purpose?
To be reaped and scarred and marred, or to receive worse when one suffers the consequences, the consequences created by a desire, a desire that should be put down, destroyed, before it harms everything else, the areas of passion and compassion . . . They don't deserve the mind, they don't need another thing to endanger them . . . It is the best the mind can do for them. . . . Rid them of himself . . . to hide forever in the darkness . . .
Life is fickle, only death can be trusted . . . The one thing that everybody fears, the one thing that is inevitable . . .
Why run?
The mind slowly opens his eyes, searching for the messenger . . . but only finds the horrors of emotions gone wrong; the pain the mind created, the consequences that will follow . . . The mind screams. . . . The forbidden answers . . . flames burst . . . The mind closes his eyes, but the light burns right through . . . the eyelids are gone!
There is no hiding from the inevitable . . . This must be death . . . in its own glorious fashion. Not with the cold solitude of uncertainty and mistrust of life, but an unmistaken quench of eternity. . . . The eternity where nothing changes, where all will remain the same . . . No longer alone, no longer with the worry of consequences . . .
The mind has found his messenger . . . he opens his arms, waves for the burning spectral to see his plight . . . but it fades away, rejecting his efforts. The fires fall away, leaving him alone in the darkness, leaving him alone to himself . . . The body and the mind . . . the mind and the body . . .
What was the difference?
One will inflict wounds, and the other will capture them forever . . . they both must be gone . . . by what ever means possible!
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