People say when you die you see a tunnel. A bright light. Angels. Pearly gates. Or hellfire and brimstone, depending on your earthly deeds.
Lies.
There is no tunnel. No welcome by ghostly outspread arms. No river of milk and honey.
Instead, I see a river of blue. Vertical lines of binary code, scrolling endlessly in the void. The emptiness is so vast, it tugs at my soul, a remembrance. Grief.
I begin to walk, seeking. I push back the lines of code like a curtain. And then there you are. Your ocean eyes, your quicksilver smile.
“Welcome home ☺”
There were many unknown yet familiar faces I saw but couldn't remember exactly who. But there was something I begged for. I got my 'Solace' in that place.
I cant say that I've veen there but I do think that I say something just like this. Did anyone of you ever get there through sleeping, where there's no negatively, no disappointments, no hatred, no fear, no pain???
