Read here below an Excerpt from my Book Valley of Dry - TopicsExpress



          

Read here below an Excerpt from my Book Valley of Dry Bones *********************************** The dark, heavy clouds overhead, seeming like a flock of giant sheep in a slow procession portended a heavy downfall this evening. Down below, activities had adopted a new sense of urgency as pedestrians and hawkers alike strived to avoid the impending deluge. As the storm was unfurling without, taking on earth’s residents, a reciprocal cataclysm was climaxing within me. While all others seemed content to seek shelter under some temporary roof, my only refuge from the ensuing storm was the grave, my eternal abode. Time was running out. I felt that residents in the other world had been informed of my intended visit and likely eternal stay in their midst. I knew I belonged to the world of the dead. They were to be my family. And so, I did not want them waiting for long. They may be annoyed with my sluggishness. And so, I had to quickly decide on the best way to end my life. Across the street rose a stoical, grotesque five story building, its impassivity seeming to mock my despair. It seemed to harbor age-old secrets. Its eaves opened conspiratorially, and its lackluster brown attic apparently, in great sly subtlety, whispered the message that really, life is without meaning; life is boring; life is a trap, and maybe an ordination of one sadist, in which the sadist enjoys seeing the subjects of his wrath suffer, and so, all reasonable people should try as much as possible try to escape from this trap. From its pinnacle, many may have thrust themselves to certain death down below. From its top death to me held out a hand, but desirous of a peaceful end, I snubbed its malicious beckon. I knew in the shop below I could find rat poison, which as I had heard, was guaranteed to bring to an end this woeful life in less than thirty minutes. But wary of my inherent dignity, I chose not to die like a brute beast would. I decided to overdose myself with regular treatment tablets. That way, my death would be a little bit more decent. And the choice tablets would be over the counter paracetamol pills, ordinarily used as painkillers. I found both humor and a deep philosophical meaning in my choice. As painkillers ended pain, albeit temporarily, so death would bring me relief by ceasing the strong tides of sorrow and grief that oft prey upon all beings, and take down those lacking commensurate fortitude. I plunged myself into a reverie, reliving my life again in my last hours, where I thought life fused with death, and the river of care emptied into the sea of nothingness through the tributary of life.
Posted on: Mon, 11 Aug 2014 17:55:22 +0000

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