π„π―πžπ«π² 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐑 𝐑𝐚𝐬 𝐚 πŸ‘ 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 𝐜𝐚π₯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫

Note: This piece is a bit satirical by nature. It does not, in any way, whatsoever, intend to hurt any religious or spiritual sentiments. Written as fiction, it simply imagines things a bit differently.

A Repository Of Time
2 min readMay 2, 2022
Picture of the calendar taken via: VectorStock

Professor: Todayy, your task is to write your interpretation. Of death and the afterlife. Nothing new. Nothing you haven’t heard of. So, think. Think moree than you have ever thought of. I don’t caree! Remember, I’ll be ruthless with your grades this time. You need to cook something exciting. I don’t care if the ingredients seem bland to you, Miss Hailey!

β€œYou need to cook something exciting. I don’t care if the ingredients seem bland to you, Miss Hailey.”

Our dear Professor wants an exciting dish on his plate even though his menu is a list of items he does not understand. If my Professor were to read this right now, he’d say, β€œYou don’t need to understand your items, Miss. You need to understand your taste”. The only way to offer something tantalizing is to give him a shock- an intense pleasant surprise.

People think of the afterlife in the same way, Professor. They think that if I want to be certain of the quality of my afterlife, I have to be all good in my present life. In short, they believe in Karma. I don’t like the reward system because I am not only working for a Mac. Karma shifts the focus on fearing the outcome of your actions instead of your intention of doing an act.

So, here is a little poem on my interpretation of the afterlife, Sir.

Death is not dead
death is just dry
you dry
you grow again
you dry
you grow again
you change forms
you change your energy,
mass-energy equivalence
Afterlife is dead
afterlife is stagnant
you live
and you are eternal
you are eternal
yet
you are no God

Well, I am a self-centered being
Nourish me
for birth
Nourish me
for death
for drought

And the next line is hard to swallow but
consider me Jesus
I will rise on the third day,
now, I say, ruminate, ruminate.

Prompt: β€œWrite about your interpretation of death and the afterlife” by:
@ theremnantarchive on Instagram.

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