Saturday, 31 March 2007

Schopenhauer's Ennui: Part V

At the end of the time of humankind, the last person prepared to die.

All those before her, having done all they could, made the choice to die of boredom.

She was alone.

Without form, for she had abandoned it aeons ago, she was the very idea of herself. Limitless, it seemed, as she could be anywhere and everywhere in her universe, both at one and at once.

By the age of stars, she had lived an eternity.

She knew all that she could know, and had felt everything there was to touch. She had loved all that there was to love, and had lost more than she could bear.

However, life it seemed, had nothing but a sense of occasion. She made two people, fresh with no knowledge, and set them upon a world.

Someone to say goodbye to, she supposed.

Bewildered and scared, they clung to each other. And as she looked down upon them, she saw that they were quite wonderful.

They looked up to their creator and cried;

"Why are we here?"

"Oh, no real reason." She replied.

"But, what then, should we do?"

"You can do whatever you like, my dears"

The pair looked at each other, then looked around, in awe of their small world. They found that it was good.

But it was not good enough. Like an itch, they had to know more of her;

"There has to be a reason why you made us. We demand that you tell us now!"

She smiled down upon them, pleased that she had created something good. As she died, she said;

"Just, be beautiful."

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