fiction

Soulless

When you have seen what I have seen, you too will be reborn. It is like a membrane is burned from your eyes, allowing you to finally see the world for what it is. Enlightenment is not bright, but dark and cold. Not a sight of beauty or awe, but of the prison that was your home. It is like reaching the peak of the mountain, to finally glance at the world, but realize it is nothing but a mere desolation of ignorance and purposeless deaths. At that moment you realize that feelings are chains, the troubled concerns of people, a mere distraction. Murmurs from those who choose to be blind to the world.

They say that people like us have lost our souls, that we no longer posses even the barest capacity to feel. But the truth is more complex. It is not a loss but a new-found strength. A strength, to see past the hunger and pain, desire and love.

But how could they know, when they are slaves to those things? Puppets, manipulated by the string play of their own primitive instincts, lost to the will of emotions.

The gods created us as thralls, to be their slaves. Therefore they trapped us in our own minds. Threw us deep into the mists of our own souls, to wander aimlessly, guided only by the muffled screams and whispers of that which we have come to love and worship; Feelings.

Only if we find our way out will we ever be truly free.