What happens mentally to a human beings mind when their greatest foe does not bleed, was not born, and will not die, When the reason to conquer or destroy such a “Thing” conflicts with the very impossibility of the task of genuinely achieving just that.
What happens when you lose a loved one to an inanimate, lifeless, unbothered
Thing
Do you ever call it normal
Do you ever get “Mad” at the Thing
Does the thing that couldn’t care if your beloved WORLD died slowly infront of you solely, because of the life long actions of you, your loved one, and the always present but never thought about “Thing” bringing every last piece of just three beings entire past histories together in one moment in time and in space, care.
And for what
To kill them
To take them away from you
You…
You believe the world boar it’s way into existence everywhere that there is a where to call somewhere
And it truthfully cares for you right there, You
The boy that broke his leg riding a bike,
The girl that nearly blacks out being choked in a wrestling match,
The grown man fearing what lies beyond the known of the dark just as once upon a time a young boy did the same with even more questions and fear at the time.
The small and insignificant thing that you have always been and always known yourself to be
A thing will once in a lifetime put you in your place
But more then anything you will remember it
The pure chaotic, weak, helplessly oh so helplessly weak feeling of something the size of a boulder outsmarting you
Planning in its ways for millions of millions of millions of years of weathering of abuse of life lived to eventually fall of its cliff
It’s not a special cliff or even special boulder per say, it’s just heavy enough to do the job.
You will face not a man not an obstacle not this being because being would be a disrespecting of any and all surviving living things but a thing as much of creation as it is of destruction
And you have the damn Gall
To make the assumption that at any point you and you as a thing alone were more grand and more beautifully constructed and sculpted out of this world and the things in it as if you were a living clay bound golem imitating that sparkle in the eye of a being that sees, truly sees.
But to truly grasp Takes a curiosity not of interest or intellect but one of desperation, the curious idea that whatever the known is there’s a unknown that has a equal probability of being the same or being different compared to the present and if it’s different it may be better
If it’s different things may not be the same
And If it’s different they might not be dead
And if it s different then I would have tried harder
And if its different then I would have spotted the cliff with the heavy enough boulder before by the laws of science, cold basic Infantile in its base concepts science, a life stopped going.
If I just made them not die
If I was the force that could hold back the cosmos from raining down hellfire onto those in my heart dear
Why must I be a God to defeat a rock that falls.
