In front of a mirror.
Eyes touching fragments of them-
Selves touch the soul.
No soul? There is a soul.
Body, mind, and -
Nothingness?
Oh, well.
I never much believed in God anyway.
Turn around.
Close. End.
Peculiar feelings just beneath the skin.
It must mean something.
Nothing means anything.
Stumbling around through darkness,
Which is nothing, really
But the absence of light.
Haven't you heard that before?
And of course Einstein said that evil
Was simply a lack of God.
Erase God. Then what is evil?
Then what is the meaning of a soul?
No afterlife to connect to [Phone's off
The hook, hanging,
Busy signal coming in.]
Then maybe we're all just a symbol.
A contest entry
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1400 points, ended July 24, 2008, 25 entries
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Comments
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Interesting. I really liked how fragmented, but still intelligently pieced together this was. The quote from Einstein is also a definite plus. Thank you for entering and good luck, your philosophy is something I'll have to think about which bodes well for you.
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