Post by Winters on Jun 6, 2014 10:05:19 GMT -5
Inside the buried apartment complex, the lives of fifteen survivors from the attack on Stanly remained. It was ironic that after just a couple hours upon arriving into the town that the place would turn ugly. The BOW took it over so quickly, the people werent prepared for it, even knowing what they did about survival. It forced them underground until they eventually left the town, or they were cleared out. The former would take more time then they had resources, and the latter would mean losing a lot of people. But they had already been down in the darkness for a couple of days, a decison had to be made soon. As Lee took another drink from the bottle of whiskey he had procured earlier, he knew the time came from him to start talking. And from experience, he knew he should just keep his mouth shut, but couldnt help it.
"I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight - brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.", he began. Lee didnt give him a moment to interject before continuing on with his pearls of wisdom, his rant for the day. His vent.
"If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of s***. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality? People... I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down." At this point, it seemed like Lee had been some sort of preacher, bringing religon into the mix. But it wasnt that, not in the least. His opinion wasnt any bigger than anyone elses, but the others wanted to hear it. This was the most the man had ever spoke since they knew him.
"You see we all got what I call a life trap, a gene deep certainty that things will be different... that you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the friends for the rest of your life... that you'll fall in love and be fulfilled... f**king fulfillment... and closure whatever the f**k those two f**kin' empty jars to hold this s*** storm. Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. and closure. Nothing is ever over." Lee continues, without any sign of stopping. But the ones who werent listening were paying close attention by this point, not even wanting to lose eye contact, or their own thoughts.
"This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. all right there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DB's, these are the things ya think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah They saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it."
Just from listening to the man speak, it seemed everybody in the room knew exactly who he was, and what he was all about. Nobody knew his history, but they knew his soul. If they even thought there was a soul left inside of him. Lee wasnt some cold killer, he was just a man, doing what everyone should be doing. The problem was, the apocalypse was over. Things might not be going back to the way they were before, but maybe they didnt have to. Maybe it was better they all started over. Lee knew what he was talking about, and the small group of survivors believed that Lee and his partner would get them out of this situation, one way or another. But really, he had no idea how. Yet.
"I think human consciousness, is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware, nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself, we are creatures that should not exist by natural law. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody. Maybe the honorable thing for our species to do is deny our programming, stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction, one last midnight - brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal.", he began. Lee didnt give him a moment to interject before continuing on with his pearls of wisdom, his rant for the day. His vent.
"If the only thing keeping a person decent is the expectation of divine reward then, brother, that person is a piece of s***. And I’d like to get as many of them out in the open as possible. You gotta get together and tell yourself stories that violate every law of the universe just to get through the goddamn day? What’s that say about your reality? People... I have seen the finale of thousands of lives, man. Young, old, each one so sure of their realness. You know that their sensory experience constituted a unique individual with purpose and meaning. So certain that they were more than biological puppet. The truth wills out, and everybody sees. Once the strings are cut, all fall down." At this point, it seemed like Lee had been some sort of preacher, bringing religon into the mix. But it wasnt that, not in the least. His opinion wasnt any bigger than anyone elses, but the others wanted to hear it. This was the most the man had ever spoke since they knew him.
"You see we all got what I call a life trap, a gene deep certainty that things will be different... that you'll move to another city and meet the people that'll be the friends for the rest of your life... that you'll fall in love and be fulfilled... f**king fulfillment... and closure whatever the f**k those two f**kin' empty jars to hold this s*** storm. Nothing's ever fulfilled, not until the very end. and closure. Nothing is ever over." Lee continues, without any sign of stopping. But the ones who werent listening were paying close attention by this point, not even wanting to lose eye contact, or their own thoughts.
"This... This is what I'm talking about. This is what I mean when I'm talkin' about time, and death, and futility. all right there are broader ideas at work, mainly what is owed between us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DB's, these are the things ya think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if they're dead or alive, you can still read 'em. You know what you see? They welcomed it... not at first, but... right there in the last instant. It's an unmistakable relief. See, cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just... let go. Yeah They saw, in that last nanosecond, they saw... what they were. You, yourself, this whole big drama, it was never more than a jerry rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go. To finally know that you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that all your life, all your love, all your hate, all your memories, all your pain, it was all the same thing. It was all the same dream, a dream that you had inside a locked room, a dream about being a person. And like a lot of dreams, there's a monster at the end of it."
Just from listening to the man speak, it seemed everybody in the room knew exactly who he was, and what he was all about. Nobody knew his history, but they knew his soul. If they even thought there was a soul left inside of him. Lee wasnt some cold killer, he was just a man, doing what everyone should be doing. The problem was, the apocalypse was over. Things might not be going back to the way they were before, but maybe they didnt have to. Maybe it was better they all started over. Lee knew what he was talking about, and the small group of survivors believed that Lee and his partner would get them out of this situation, one way or another. But really, he had no idea how. Yet.