Revelation

I was never one to question. For when one slips unknowingly into the treacherous abyss of routine the need to question is simply drowned out by the banality of what is considered by many to be Life. An inescapable theme is built up underneath your soul, becoming the dominating bear on dictating your actions to serve the greater need of further expansion. To fall into this res publica of learning ability is tantamount to a certain loss of self. I say this not from mere observation precisely from experience, for the early(prenominal) fifteen years of my life I was nothing but a miniscule component of a machine, more or less insignificant, yet believing wholeheartedly that I was crucial, needed, that in my absence all would fail. A mere ant refractory beyond all else to serve my queen, the corporation, oblivious to even the slightest alternative, amply blind to this greater absence of reason. The purest form of self is attainable only through acknowledgement that we are all insufficient products of our perception. With this in mind one can see that superior stimulation of perception is attained through steady exercise of our ability to question, for to question is to solidly affirm your own bearing amid a given situation without the assumption that all study obtained, while unquestioned, is accurate.

So now I shall assert myself.

I shall question.

I shall ask why.

I shall husking and impose a solid reason over my be world, with myself as key conspirer. I am my own organism and to that I shall remain true. No longer will my day-after-day actions be plotted out for me by the unseen forces of the mundane.



And to fill that first leap into the uncharted territory that is my future I am going to, once and for all, rid myself...

Ok I cipher ill have to explain this twaddle...the first part of the story, the piece before finally I can, is all thoughts give outning through the mind of a man who has made a personal manifestation and is on his way to work to quite his job. It cuts out in mid sentence because he is hit by a car and is killed. The second part, the dialogues, is a conversation between a police officer and a witness to the hit and run previously mentioned. I am truly proud of this story and consider it to be one of my best works.

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