Thought 7: Glimpse
Is that God?
That chair was only the tip of the iceberg. As time passed various objects suddenly moved on their own such as a basketball. It was completely docile; lying on the wooden court, yet as I approached it. It rolled away from me.
That's right, the most absurd thing occurred.
A basketball, non-living object, moved on it's own accord.
Hahaha...
I shake my heads towards such a gesture or action. If I allow myself to swayed by such, who knows what could possibly happen to my own being.
I venture into various acts of making contact with the one.
God...
Yes, that chair, basketball, pencil and various objects that either spew light from nowhere or move freely. Must certainly be signs or responses to my selfish request in an attempt to make an audience with him.
I continually walk around this empty world, realm of nothingness, place of fakes. Each person continues to do the same boring actions my fellow humans have been doing for an eternity. To top it off these person existing in this realm expect me.
Are completely fake.
They aren't genuine.
I make my final round to the last classroom, that I haven't even bothered to check. I open the sliding door and take a few steps inside. I turn my head left and right. I only see the usual.
Chairs...
Tables...
Cubbyholes...
Ceiling Fans...
Lights...
Windows...
You name it, it's all here. You could even win an 'Eye Spy!' type of a game in this exact location. I sigh and decide that this venture was for naught. Slowly I walk towards the screen door of this very classroom. Step by step I get closer to my objective.
Until...
A flash of light?
Everlasting darkness?
Something was blurring my vision...
I can't see anything, this immense power and aura is bewildering me. Standing in front of this chalkboard, a light is captivating me. Nobody else is in the premise, then may I assume that this is only for my eyes only?
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