The Drifter - chapter 6

Now I have come across the definition of absence - not a single item to be seen, heard, felt, tasted - not even a heart beat coming from my chest. Have I found death, is this heaven? Or...

"Hell, no this is not hell. How could you say that. With all your preconceptions this doesn't even remotely stack up to any form of hell imagined by Dante, The Bible, or even Marilyn Manson."

"Oh, you again. How can you be reading my thoughts."

"Thoughts, there are no thoughts here, just communication. Nothing is hidden as you can tell. The only thing here is the true essence of the soul, no body to hide behind, no verbal nonsense to get in the way of communication, no sight to convolute feelings, no organs reacting to the drive of humanity. This is where truth and lies cannot hide, this is where politics, money, stature, and fame have no meaning, This is the true essence of life, this is the souls playground."

"The souls playground?" Those words brought on a epiphany, everything became clear and a new sense became known to me. It was somewhat like vision but it didn't end peripherally. Every direction was open to exploration at once and a few more directions than normal. The limits of space and matter had been lifted as I could now be anywhere and everywhere at once. I ended and everything began for there was no I anymore. The universal mind had annexed me into the being that is everything.

by Zach Chisholm