Kyrie eleison

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I expected oblivion, as many of us did, but we do not always get what we expect.

An ineffable calm transcends all in the grave, even the slow decomposition of one’s body. Yes, in the grave: where one’s body lies, the spirit may not leave, but this is not as disconcerting as it might sound. This uncanny breach between flesh and soul is part and parcel of this time. There is reflection. There is peace.

The body returns to the soil but the soul remains, as though carried in the palm of an enormous hand.

Here, freed from the inertia of life, one may see clearly. All of history’s goods and evils are perfectly evident, eternal testimony to human nature. In retrospect, all of these things seemed somehow inevitable, not that this changes one moment of joy or sorrow. And time’s flow continues.

As it flows, I wait, we wait, for what will come. Within this flow, there are reverberations. Even the future echos here, all distant trumpets and thunder. And we know that what comes is not mere apocalypse; it is Reckoning.

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  1. Avatar jesteram

    Ooh, dramatic. I really like the line “all distant trumpets and thunder.” Actually, I like it all the way back to “Even the future echos here.”

    I wasn’t quite sure where this (story?) was going, but the end justifies the means here: There’s not just a violent end to the world—“mere apocalypse”—there’s a point behind it, one that gets its own capital letter.

    Personally, I’m not a huge fan of the stilted sound of “one” as opposed to the more informal “your,” but that’s just me. It does fit the structured, non-conjunctioned, almost clinical tone of the piece.

  2. Avatar halfpenny

    Yeah, it’s not really a story per se…I’m not sure what you’d call it.

    I don’t often use “one,” but I was going for some sort of serene detachment, and it seemed to fit. Plus, the beginning and the end have an I/we mix which I like, but which creates issues with “my”/“our”/“your” choices in the middle.

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