Discourse to the Dead

Chapter II

Nocturnal Fear

 
        And so it was, it is, and it shall ever be. That which was shall ever be. But thinking of "to be".... before I ask who or what He is, should I not ask what the verb "to be" means? Ah, I have given too little thought to it. It seems like I have assumed that I know what being means. But do I? I am not even clear of my own being, and how can I question His presence? He may well be a fabrication or conjuration. But thinking of it, I myself may be a fabrication or conjuration too. Why, what, who, and what exactly is existence? But then, what exactly is "is"?

        I am running nowhere, am I? Is there even an answer? It seems like my supreme reason cannot find out. What is existence.... but by asking the question, it has already been assumed that existence is a real phenomenon. That is begging the question. And therefore, that which is cannot be explained. My first obstacle, this is!

        Come to think of it, have I not known what existence means when I ask what it is? Perhaps this is one of those questions that the answer is known without logical reasoning. If this is so, then there is no answer to it. I am for I am, and He is for He is. No, no, no!

        He must be deceiving me. This foul creature, deceiving me into this existence, fooling me and telling me that all these things are true and real! All those images of mountains and rivers are still vivid in my head, and all those people too! But no, they must be an illusive deception. Even I myself am fooled to think to have existed. I am nothing, for I cannot quantify that self who speaks even now.

        But wait.... That demon is eluding me again. If he truly tries to deceive me, than at least there is a "me" to be deceived! Tell all the lies you want, fiend! Tell me mountains never existed, nor did man, nor did rivers. But so long as you are deceiving me and I am thinking, you cannot bring about that I am nothing at all. I think, and I am. I am the thinking mind, and hell with the body! I need it no more. Soon, this thinking mind will leave this pathetic scope of the world, into rest and peace!

        But before that, I must defeat you.

 

chapter III

 

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