The Impending Question

Imagine that at this moment, you died.

The world has neither turned into nothingness nor manifested as a place full of light. The world remains as it was, just like when you perceived it when you were alive, except that it has no people or things you can touch. You are stuck there for eternity, all by yourself.

What are you going to do? For you can’t derive pleasures from the things you were once so obsessed with, nor can you entertain yourself with people you were once attracted to.

What are you going to do? You lived your whole life setting up an identity; the more impressive, the better. What is the use now? For there is no one to witness your greatness, and what power has your greatness if other relatively less great things do not exist?

What are you going to do? You lost the ability to memorize. You cannot dwell in the past, nor anticipate the future, for the past does not exist, and the future is stretched out indefinitely. In your head, there is emptiness; in your mind, oh yes, there is no mind.

What are you going to do? You cannot ease your loneliness by eating food, nor can you stimulate your mind by reading books; all that is left is yourself, and before your death, you hate being with yourself.

What are you going to do? You are not a body now, you cannot hurt yourself, nor can you take pride in how you look because there is no one to impress, and there is no one whom you can trick into developing a sense of pity in you.

What are you going to do? The name you left, the fame and wealth you accumulated before you died, the wit that you possessed, the eloquence that you once showed to the world on the stage, are of no use to this world you live in right now because there is no one here to praise your name.

All the things you have done to escape, to derive temporary happiness, are obsolete now; what will you do?

You cannot lie anymore; you cannot fake it anymore; what is left in this world? You are so used to not knowing it; you are so used to escaping it.

What is left? It is all yourself. How will you live with yourself that exists for all eternity even the sun and moon have perished?


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