The writing was on the wall the day I was conceived. The day God chose to put me on this earth, it was a matter of seconds before I was swallowed by nothingness. Children shouldn't know they will die. I WILL die.
"Father...I don't believe in God or Heaven. When will happen when I die?"
Years before I could even toy with the idea. But He said I was ready. What about the others who want to believe and can't? What happens to the knight in the Seventh Seal? Or Maynard from Tool? And what if this blind faith is just that...a belief in something we wish to be true.
When death takes me, am I headed home or will I discipate into the sea of darkness?
That dark shadow behind me whispers to me. "It's all for naught," he says. "But I know you, and you enjoy pain. You will live. And you will die."
Is this my condemnation? To live, if only to die?
"Meaningless! Meaningless!"
says the Teacher.
"Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless."
-Ecclesiastes
