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PHASES OF MAN: DEATH


Death

It came as I have guessed. I was prepared for it but I didn't know when. I was back to a similar place where I used to be many years ago. Yes, I was in darkness except that there wasn't a cord connecting me to the outside. I was all alone. Lonely and cold. Endless sleep like a candle without light. Eternal rest like a sea devoid of waves. I laid there while silently returning to dust. I didn't know what happened outside. I only knew that I was inside a box in silence. Still. Unmoved. I couldn't even think. My mind was a blank, like the expression on my face.

"Are you ready?" That voice again. That SAME voice. It woke my dreamy state of slumber.

"Where am I going this time?" I asked.

"To another place. You will love it there!"

"Back to where I once was, before this?" I hoped.

"No, some other place . . . . "

"I am contented here. Can't you see, I have been here for so many years? I rather not go . . . ."

But I went.

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