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Thursday, March 31, 2005

There's Nothing to Fear, Nothing to Doubt

The following was recorded in 1993 by a comatose man who awoke for only 5 minutes turned to his wife and said only this….

“So there I am sitting in my living room watching my cats fight when all of a sudden I see a flash of light. It came from the direction of my kitchen, so I go over to investigate. As I enter I hear a rumbling in the oven. I open the oven door and then BAM! There’s a flash and I’m gone. A gas explosion destroyed the entire apartment.

So I ask myself, does any of this matter? Do the cars, the homes, the clothes, the CD’s, the food, the sex, the drugs, the health….does any of this matter? In a dream I once talked to myself. We were sitting in a 70’s style diner in Hollywood drinking coffee and we had the most meaningful conversation. I told myself that everything was going to be okay. That the world as I know it was also just a dream. That reality is just a dream. We talked about string theory and alternate dimensions. I asked myself if I created all of this darkness. I told myself that it’s just inverted light. Can you imagine my horror when I discovered that all things are connected in an ever revolving circle. Where’s the freedom? Where’s the choice? Where’s the incentive to do better? My old body is dead, the dream is dead.

So now I’m in this new dream. I inhabit this new body. This new person sits in front of a computer for 40 hours a week. I am repeating the mistakes of the last body. The explosion almost made me forget all of the living that I missed out on. Why am I still here talking? I should be living. You should be living too.”

The man immediately fell back into the coma and died shortly thereafter. I'm sure this happens a lot....

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's one of the best comments on the whole Terri Schiavo thing that I believe I've yet read. Thanks for sharing.

April 20, 2005 3:29 AM  

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