Let me tell you, such words are forever. If your will is strong then read on, but if you give easily into notions of logic explained by nothing more than a mad man's ramblings, then go.
This is no reading material for you.

The world didn't stop to look, there was no pause or still in motion. Life pushed forward and left behind the remnants without even looking back, but he couldn't. It wasn't something you just forgot about, you could't push it from your mind so easily. It was the notion that we are all alone, an idea that would drive the strongest willed of us mad.
Then why? Why was it the world continued it's rotation unaltered, why did everyone press on without a care? Was it him? Was there something wrong with him?

We die and nothing happens. There is mourning and tears, but inevitably they stop and the world spins on.

Does no one turn to look back when life stops? Are we truly nothing in the midst of things? Mere specks on the lens of a God's eye-glass. He brushes the specks off when they obscure his view and he never once wonders what happened to any of them.

These specks. They mean so much more than just mild annoyances. Can any god be so shallow? When the specks gather they create a stain that blots out the path ahead and he hates that. Certainly. That simple specks would dare try to blind him.

Life, is there a purpose aside from just living? We move through the motions but what more is there to it than just inhaling and exhaling.
We have actions we play through, things that can be done, but in the long run does it matter when what's after this is eternity with the one whose sole purpose is to toy with us?
If such a being existed here they would not be met so kindly, but divine right comes into play and we're forced to our knees like the obiedent little specks we are.


Both eyes open, inhale, exhale. This world is just a cover. His mind snaps the connection in place. It's not leaving.
You can never shake it from your head. It won't leave you.
The notion that you don't matter in the scheme of things.
Sure, the dominos can knock one another over...the building blocks stack atop eachother and pile up.
But you're not so special you can't be replaced.

It's unfair, but that's life.

It makes no sense, unless this is not real. This is the dream and death brings on the reality.
Reality is harsher than what we originally view it as. If this is a dream, pray God you stay sleeping.
But don't expect him...to agree to such things.