Post by account_disabled on Dec 23, 2023 3:39:26 GMT -6
What comfort can alleviate our suffering in this dark valley that has become our existence? What thought can comfort us in this silent solitude to which we are destined? The loss of loved ones is a wound that has no cure, no relief, no hope. In the interminable hours that mark our time, there is only the emptiness of a failed presence to sever our nerves, to break the last thread that binds us to a semblance of feeling. We are here. Alone. Without a wife, a husband, a child, a parent, a friend. We have lost them forever.
They are far away. In time, but also in space. They are unattainable. There is no longer a link that unites us. The detachment is total. Detachment is death. The death that deprived us of the presence of the people we loved. And now nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing has value anymore. Nothing can help us forget anymore, to make us start again. No. There is no longer a beginning where the end was sudden, heartbreaking, unjust, even if human . But in all this profound pain, one thing emerges to make the separation to Special Data which we have been destined even more unbearable.
A feeling that hurts us even more deeply, that wraps us in a shroud called indifference. A word. Selfishness . Your selfishness . Of you who believe that affection is your prerogative, of you so sure of our lack of sensitivity, of you and your tears that you shed every day... every day? No, maybe for a long time, but not forever. Not forever. Nothing is forever. For you . Not for those who live in the land of pain. Not for those who feel the tug of detachment in every moment of their dark existence. Not for us . We who are no longer. We. The dead .
They are far away. In time, but also in space. They are unattainable. There is no longer a link that unites us. The detachment is total. Detachment is death. The death that deprived us of the presence of the people we loved. And now nothing makes sense anymore. Nothing has value anymore. Nothing can help us forget anymore, to make us start again. No. There is no longer a beginning where the end was sudden, heartbreaking, unjust, even if human . But in all this profound pain, one thing emerges to make the separation to Special Data which we have been destined even more unbearable.
A feeling that hurts us even more deeply, that wraps us in a shroud called indifference. A word. Selfishness . Your selfishness . Of you who believe that affection is your prerogative, of you so sure of our lack of sensitivity, of you and your tears that you shed every day... every day? No, maybe for a long time, but not forever. Not forever. Nothing is forever. For you . Not for those who live in the land of pain. Not for those who feel the tug of detachment in every moment of their dark existence. Not for us . We who are no longer. We. The dead .