There's bright white light. That's all there is. That's the beginning.
Open your blue eyes. What do you see?
Light.
Is it as abstract as time? Is it tangible? Easily defined by the notions of mathematics?
You don't know. Your lips are dry. Part them open. Taste the light as your tongue moistens your lips.
They are drier now than they were before.
"God, can you hear me?" you don't know what you are. Don't even know if you are an are. An it an I or a you.
Your mouth is dry. You can't feel your body. Individualism is lost upon you. The notion of ownership is obliterated in your mind.
"I'm so thirsty." What are you speaking? Japanese? English? The red-tinge of French? Flowing like silk recounting all your memoires of.
Brahman cuts your head open, hoping to find Athena. Thanatos surely won't pop out this time. Will death or Jesus save you this time?
"I'm so thirsty."
Hades burns your skin with his phallus while Jesus kisses your wounds closed.
"I'm so thirsty."
Light filters through your body. Your soul cleanses it, purifies it, so that humans on the other side can drink something that they were not meant to drink.
"Please give me something."
Rangda sucks on your nipples while Titania caresses your hair. You moan soft and loudly. Stuck in place where the Gods can watch you writhe in the name of humanity.
The Face of God commends you. With.
The Voice of God commends you. With.
The Void of God commends you. With
Light.
Close your blue eyes. What do you see?
That's the end. There's bright white light. That's all there is.
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