Conversations with Death
*Written by Gale*
Disclaimer - Same goes. This will develop into actual prose once my muse is able to do that. Don't understand? Read on and you might.
Chapter #2: The Illusion of Perception (and a Guide)
"You are new."
No. I'm not. I've always been here. You just couldn't see me until now.
"Why now?"
Because you wanted to see someone, Nur.
"Do I know you?"
You might. Concentrate harder. Look at me again.
"How?"
Has it not occurred to you that this is all in your mind, Nur? If you wish to perceive something, you will.
"There is nothing here to see. I have no eyes to see with."
Only because that is what you want. Dealing with nothing is easier for you. That will change with time.
"Time?"
Yes, time. It did not cease to exist when you left your body, you know. I know you thought it had. But time, when taken down to its most basic form, is progression. In the state you are in now, it can only be measured by your own memory. By what you have done. You have done very much -- too much, in fact. That is why it is so difficult for you to move forward. When you stop thinking there is little that you have not already done, you will begin to see again.
"Who are you?"
I'll humor your questions because I understand it is simpler for you to focus on something other than yourself right now. I am merely a guide. Everyone sees me, eventually, before they move on.
"How long has it been?"
See, that was what I was talking about. You're still trying to measure in the case of minutes, days, years, centuries.
"As you said, it is what I am comfortable with."
Very well. To a human mortal's perception, it took you about three hundred years to become self aware after dying. Felt like a lot less, didn't it? It would do little good, as well, to tell you that we've been talking for only a fraction of a second, by human standards.
"That is impossible."
Not as impossible as you think. I told you, time is measured only be deed here, not by science and cycle. As you said before, there is nothing here. Observation can only be made by frame of reference. Here, you have no rising and setting sun, no spinning earth, no waxing and waning moon.
"Where are they, then?"
Oh, somewhere. When you see them again, you will.
"That goes without saying."
Oh no. That's where you are wrong. Nothing exists without having been thought of first. I imagine that's confusing.
"Frustrating seems a more fitting word."
That's good. It means you are learning something. Which I daresay you have not done in a very long time.
"Very well. How do I begin to see?"
Simply admit that you can.
TO BE CONTINUED…