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The End


You were just driving your car down the street, to work, when a drunk truck driver crashed right into you, head on.

You died, but don’t be intimidated, everyone goes through it sooner or later.

As the truck collided with the car which you spent a year of your life working for and the rest of your life driving, you could see your surroundings change. The truck dissolve into a splash of squares which were suspended in mid air, the sky into an abyssal blackness, your car into a blob of nothing at first, and then dissolving as well as your surroundings, bleeding down into the floor which also bled into an endless trench, which was caused by the ground splitting into two.

And then you felt yourself falling through the abyss, the pitch black abyss. You can’t move. You see every flash of your baby years, childhood, and adulthood pass you and you, although unable to see them long enough to interpret those memories, indeed do remember those memories. You remembered every sliver of a millisecond of your life.

Your body fades out, and there is nothing. There is not black, there is not white, space, time, science, math, astronomy, everything in existence, nothing in existence, the something of the nothing of the everything in existence.

A normal human mind cannot imagine nothing. Nothing is something, that something is nothing. Quick, imagine nothing! You either thought of blank white or pitch black. Well, that’s something.

And so there you were, against the laws of the world, logic, and time, in nowhere. You are not somewhere in time, a part of you has become time.

And then you are overflowed with a peaceful feeling. You see something in all of the nothingness. You rush to the thing. You try with all your energy.

You approach the thing. You slowly realize what you are experiencing, but you now know that all your life, you’ve been learning how to handle this moment.

You come closer and closer.

The End.


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