Everlastingness
Nov 15 2025
When I see my first ghost
will I rethink the afterlife?
And wish I didn’t have to?
That instead of death
as utter extinguishment
— which, after all, happens every time I’m asleep
and seems like a reasonable way to end it all —
I will have to consider this limbo
of longing and confusion;
of attachment to a place
which has inexplicably changed
and where I’m unwelcome, unseen
unable to leave.
Because they’re always tortured souls
who resent our presence
but struggle to act.
Who bring a cold chill,
never laugh or joke,
and repeat themselves
like re-enactors
trapped in some recurring nightmare.
Some business undone.
Some grudge
they need to expiate.
Some uncertainty
they’re even dead.
Or could we be the transients?
Who briefly inhabit this realm,
then join a burgeoning humanity
in the true reality
of the spirit world?
Not mouldering in a grave.
Not reincarnation,
karmic or otherwise.
And not heaven or hell.
But instead
on some spectral plane
that occasionally intersects
with our 3 dimensional one.
What a cruel trick of posterity;
our lifelong wish
for everlastingness
granted after all.
Still eternity;
if not quite what we imagined
or hoped.
Have you ever seen a ghost? Know anyone who did? If so, were they the sort of sensible rational people you couldn’t dismiss out of hand?
I’d naturally be alarmed to see a ghost. But even more to imagine being one. They seem such tortured souls, trapped in a purgatory between life and death. Just imagine spending eternity there!

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