Darkness sheds the physical artifice. Energy becomes reality.
Energy defines the physical briefly, so long as they remain in proximity.
Light reflects and inspires a moment of relevance for the physical. The relevance is short lived though, as the light will ultimately pass. The physical will then recede to mundanity, to obscurity and eventually, to nonexistence.
To traverse the physical. To see the revelation and the relegation. To know that these artifacts are merely place holders defined by energy that, if we are lucky enough, will accompany us through the journey.
The long and aimless journey through this labyrinth.
We wonder. Has this energy been our companion before? This light in the endless darkness. These echoes in the endless maze. Have they known us in another place, another time, in another life?
The irony. So long as the torch stays lit, so long as the energy persists, the physical will remain relevant. But when the torch goes out, what will guide me?
I wonder. Do I even exist? I must know.
“Hello!” I scream into the darkness. Praying through time and space that my very existence will be confirmed.
“Hello?” a faint voice answers. “The tour of the caverns ended 15 minutes ago. Do you need the lights on, so you can find your way out?”
I answer only in befuddled silence.
“Are you having an existential quandary?” the guide asks.
“I…I don’t know.” I respond, still perplexed.
“Oh, bloody hell,” the guide sighs and irreverently continues, “We are a dream. We are simply the collective imagination of our collective selves. Life is the same as death, and free will is an illusion.”
“That’s it?” I ask, aggrieved by his disdain as I am ashamed.
“No there’s more.”
“What? Tell me!” I plead.
“Your wife's waiting for you. She looks angry.”
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