Drudging across the dark desert with each laborious step. The Thoughtful reminiscing of his journey. Gaining stories and lessons and losing more of his mortal shell. Falls. With no hope laying on the ground, closes his eyes for the fate that awaits him. The darkness creeping upon his fallen body. No companion. No clothes. No possessions. No legacy of his nameless heritage. reliving all of the anguish and love that he had seen in the world. Consciously closing his eyes. Taking a deep breath, letting his lungs fill with the sweet air of the world for the last time. Life is special only because we know it ends, and at this moment the Thoughtful was at the apex of his life. The Thoughtful is dead. Illuminated by the light he had be yearning. His physical body no longer in the land of the mortals, but his thoughts and soul elevated to a higher plane.
PS everything I write/say/ or do, is referring to something else. You have to really know me and the language I speak (takes about a year of talking to me all the time) to really understand it. I also want to point out this might be my masterpiece and I am not going crazy but there is a really good analogy going on here.
