Reflection
Free Choice
There is an instance of perfection that cannot be so easily retracted by time and space.
It is often felt when a man, without reason or rationale, lies down upon the earth at his feet, and wakes into his sleeping nightmares, and beholds a shining body he does not know in a place he cannot recall ever arriving at. He never once places his own conscious thought into this waking recursion, but this man without reason was dying of insanity.
I cannot say whether his own sanity in question was dying, or rather that his dying state of mind was causing his own consciousness to unravel. The man without reason is going insane, but not once does he beg. It’s not even bad that he does not, for without this reason, or any for that matter, he simply enjoys this moment because its lasts.
A pity that the man without reason is taken by the dead to stand before Judgment, and never once noticed them carry him to the White Halls.
It is often felt when a man, without reason or rationale, lies down upon the earth at his feet, and wakes into his sleeping nightmares, and beholds a shining body he does not know in a place he cannot recall ever arriving at. He never once places his own conscious thought into this waking recursion, but this man without reason was dying of insanity.
I cannot say whether his own sanity in question was dying, or rather that his dying state of mind was causing his own consciousness to unravel. The man without reason is going insane, but not once does he beg. It’s not even bad that he does not, for without this reason, or any for that matter, he simply enjoys this moment because its lasts.
A pity that the man without reason is taken by the dead to stand before Judgment, and never once noticed them carry him to the White Halls.
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I wrote this while in class, when asked to share no one knows how to respond but with approvals and appraisals, but the questions they ask are worth far more.