Heaven and hell are separated by just one block called earth, and though it’s just one block I can sit there and walk around and think that I’m exploring a universe and never even look down the street to see the two silhouettes of my world: one glowing white, devoid of the visible spectrum, and one glowing black, a black hole pulling all colors in… But the street can’t be crossed, if it exists at all. I can’t cross the empty space to get to either side and my depth perception fails to perceive a distance between the silhouettes and myself. They seem to me to be a dream and vanish as I look to the block I have here, the earth I hate and love. I hate the hatred, I love the love, and it’s made up purely of both. I dismiss the silhouettes as silhouettes, shadows, merely altered copies of my own. I believe in the earth.
Then I look to my left and awake from my daydream and see a massive SUV heading toward me at about sixty miles per hour. The electricity in my nerves is too slow, and I feel the steel hit my side, and I leave the ground and the moment I hit it again…
…I awake. I remember my world, I see my memories, and know that they were a fake. Life was a dream and I am awake. Yet I am in the same spot I had hit, and the colors of my earth begin to change, to swirl, to come out of their matter and move, though in the second I have to comprehend, I can’t tell if they move in or out. As I feel myself, I see the same happening to me, the visible hate swirling in my chest, and the glow of my love in all the rest. As I watch them fight over my world, I finally understand the meaning of heaven and hell.
Created: Jul 25, 2010Document Media