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The edge of
confusion
His last hour had arrived. The
sequence of his minutes had soon to be
interrupted, to finish, to cease to
exist. After having breathed what he
was told to be life he was ready to
discover the hidden secret of death.
Hidden to the livings, but not hard to
discover, sooner or later.
He knew that he was leaving his life,
he knew that and he was curious to
experience what had to follow. He
didn't expect anything, he didn't make
theories about what was approaching
him, he didn't know at all how the
edge of life had to be, how was the
death and how the moment between them.
The only real mystery of the existence
was near to be solved, broken and
discovered. He was even excited for
that. The time of living had passed,
he enjoyed it, he liked it, but now it
was time for something else and with
the pioneer spirit he was walking
towards it.
I feel the seconds grasping my legs,
in the desperate attempt of stretching
their existence. They pass, the
control of the mind seems to fade
away, the senses seems to disappear in
emptyness, in the Nothing. The body
loses its essence, its auto coscience.
I seem to see things from an
impossibly high point of view, I see
my body on the bed, my house, my town,
the whole earth from a zenital
position.
Everything seems clear and perfect but
it is distant, more and more distant.
I am looking the world from a
detached, impossible point of view.
From above it, out of it. External
view, in the middle of the nothing.
It's like my mind has escaped from the
universe to reconsider everything from
a new point of view. Far from the
entropic madness of the things.
The feeling is particular and not
pleasing at all. I don't feel at my
ease, a sort of discomfort grabs my
mind, or what of it I think to keep
now that I am dead. A strange
sensation, which I happened to have
also during my life. It was when I
was young and I used to have strange
dreams where I found myself seeing
electronic circuitries from a very
high and distant point of view.
Dreams where strange and unpleasant
sensations used to grab the mind and
shake with shivers the body. Just
now, now that my life is no more and
death seems to have hugged my spirit,
I understand that in all those dreams
I was living a death, feeling it and
being worried and annoyed by it. I
dreamt sensations of death for the
whole life, what has welcomed me now
is nothing new or special, I have
experienced it many times before
without knowing, without
understanding. Now I wonder what will
follow.
He will die and he will fly, to new
skies he will arrive.
Free from the body cage the mind is
able to disperse in the universe. The
molecular ties will be destroyed,
modified, polluted, the mind and the
spirit will live for few seconds,
before disappearing in the whole.
Things will be seen from an higher
point of view, farther and farther,
the trip will be fast and true, from
the starting place, where everything
was born, to the infinite, and the
farther will it be, the clearer things
will become but weaker will become the
view of the eyes of the mind. Weak
and sick, going to join their brothers
of the universe.
The man will born and he will die, in
between many times he will be born and
he will die to born again with the
sun.
At the end, at the final death he will
scatter around, mixing up with the
ancestral atoms of his fathers. The
thinking atoms, the souls, the
spirits, the minds will fade in the
infinite, caressing other atoms and
exchanging flows of Thoughts.
Before the final give away, the
ultimate donation, the mind will
finally see and understand. The world
and the history, the science and the
religion. What was mysterious on
Earth will be revealed, what was
unknown will be known, the light of
reality from an irreal sky will adsorb
all the shadows of the real passed
life.
I zoom out, now things are really
distant, a point in the middle of the
Empty, a dot lost in its essence. I
am far, things are now clear but are
hard to see. Questions are replied,
wonders are appeased.
I am losing my same essence and
individuality, I feel it, I feel other
minds mixing with my own one, I feel
myself melting in the still ocean of
The Intelligence. I am no more a
single mind, I am no more an
individual, I know that soon, in no
time, in the eternal second I will be
part of the universal thought, of the
ultimate mind, my ego is going to be
lost in the essence of the divine.
Macno of
Abnormalia