I wonder where the fly I saw yesterday may be. It came late in the night, and stood idly on my screen. I felt his presence, death, watching over me, this perhaps one of it's companions, or a mere sign of it's presence. Perhaps behind me, with his hand on my shoulder. I wonder if it was here assessing me, as he may come for me or my mother soon, or perhaps he was here to make me company? sad for how I am now calling for him?. I thank you death, for your restless work in leading us all to the afterlife, and in the end... am sorry for you, for your work is never thanked, and many times hatred by us the living.
I wonder where that fly may be today... where are you today, death. Perhaps doing his restless task. Perhaps wiping tears for us all.
I do not despise those who preserve our lives, the doctors and nurses who day and night fight against death, knights in blue armor and covered in blood defending the realm of the living. But, I have also seen how we, in our efforts to value life, despise death's work, shun upon it like our enemy. We have even talked about the possibility of immortality, one of the wondrous dreams of science... a dream that I see shatter, alongside with all of our world now.
I hope it is not because we offended him, death, or perhaps God itself. I refuse to believe He our father would do such a thing, he wishes us no harm and all suffering that we have suffered has been inflicted on us by ourselves as a specie, or forces of nature. As such, I refuse to look at all of this as God's punishment, or as an act intended to make us stronger, for I believe in Him being too full of love for us for such things, and that he is wiping in the Heavens for us much as I believe death may had as he stood behind me last night.
nonetheless... today I ask of you, now more than ever dearest of all my friends, death, that shall the time come, please come to my house in no delay, don't leave me wanting, and I promise I will do my best to await for you with a smile on my face, and open arms to see you once again. It's been many years since the last time we met friend, back when I was a baby. It may be time, to meet again... for one last time.
I wonder where that fly may be today... where are you today, death. Perhaps doing his restless task. Perhaps wiping tears for us all.
I do not despise those who preserve our lives, the doctors and nurses who day and night fight against death, knights in blue armor and covered in blood defending the realm of the living. But, I have also seen how we, in our efforts to value life, despise death's work, shun upon it like our enemy. We have even talked about the possibility of immortality, one of the wondrous dreams of science... a dream that I see shatter, alongside with all of our world now.
I hope it is not because we offended him, death, or perhaps God itself. I refuse to believe He our father would do such a thing, he wishes us no harm and all suffering that we have suffered has been inflicted on us by ourselves as a specie, or forces of nature. As such, I refuse to look at all of this as God's punishment, or as an act intended to make us stronger, for I believe in Him being too full of love for us for such things, and that he is wiping in the Heavens for us much as I believe death may had as he stood behind me last night.
nonetheless... today I ask of you, now more than ever dearest of all my friends, death, that shall the time come, please come to my house in no delay, don't leave me wanting, and I promise I will do my best to await for you with a smile on my face, and open arms to see you once again. It's been many years since the last time we met friend, back when I was a baby. It may be time, to meet again... for one last time.
