Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)

Something Everyone Wants, But Nobody Will Truly Understand

(Trigger Warning: Mentions of death and suicidal/homicidal situations.)

We look to the heavens, as humans, for answers. For salvation; for love; for souls passed on. We look at it because it is infinite, and the secrets of the universal hive mind exist there, somewhere deeply interweaved and coded in the very fabric of space and time.

You may believe in a god, multiple, even. You may believe in none, or a universal concept, its roots sprouting from spirituality. You may not know or care; you may believe in aliens, or that no life exists at all, and we are just in a computer. You may even believe that our whole universe sits on the desk of some frustrated 12-year-old alien kid, asking why they got a C on this science project instead of an A.

All of these are valid, correct beliefs. There is no reason to argue over who is right and who is wrong when we can't 100% prove either side.

But, I digress.

As a reoccurring theme throughout all religions, beliefs, and ancient civilizations, we, as humans, came from the stars. Whether we were placed on earth by a god or whether we were created in a simulation by aliens, we most likely will never know, and in this situation, it does not matter. Always, always, always: the stars and the planets and the constellations and galaxies tie in to who we are. Some believe out there is heaven; some believe we'll find finite or infinite space.

I have a question for the gods and spirits almighty, whoever they may be. Why, of all places, did you put heaven in that blank, infinite, depressing thing you call space? Why did you put heaven in the sky? Beyond the clouds? Why? If you wish for us mortals to join you there, why would you put it somewhere so unobtainable and out of my grasp that I cannot even begin to fathom it. Up there--the stars. They're a wondrous mystery: the very beginnings of our universe.

But, once again, I digress.

To you. I digress to you. You--yes you. Reading this passage. I don't care who you are; your morals, your sins, your body. You're a cold character in an even colder play we call life. So, why even bother? If the gods so wanted us to cry and cry over how we could not reach heaven, I propose a new location.

Take heaven from the sky, I shout! Take it from the corners of the space; take it from the end and beginning of time; take it from the center of the void (which had no center to begin with). Take heaven, Valhalla, nirvana, all accounts of reincarnation: take it and lock it in a new, grander location.

Why don't we stuff heaven in your heart, young one? By the gods and spirits that be, you know it is cold and unobtainable by any human being. You're cold: you keep your heart to yourself. It is unreachable by anyone, anything, and everything. My, what a perfect location! Our heaven will exist inside an icy, frozen tundra that has no feelings! Why, are you scared? Scared you'll break heaven with the tiny bump bump bumps your heart sounds? That's all right: we'll take care of the problem. Grab the chainsaw; grab the scissors; grab a Bible and a gun.

Oh, scared, little human? Don't you want to be the center of the universe? Something more profound than your disgusting human form? Don't you want to know what it's like to have power? To be a god? To be something everyone prays for? Or are you too scared? Scared. So scared. Scared of people attacking your heart once they die, crying because this is not what the gods said heaven would be like.

Oh, little one, no one could get in your heart during life, but that does not mean they can't when they are in death.

So. Do we have an agreement? To show the gods what we can do? To pay you back for all the evil deeds you have done? For you to become something everyone wants, but no one will ever get to truly understand.

And, aren't we all like heaven? Gone. So unreachable by most. Everyone wants you to stay alive and live a good life, but there will never come a time when we can understand one another without an error for judgement.

We all have our own, little slice of heaven. Preserve it. For if you find heaven one day, tell me, and lead me there. And if heaven was not how I thought it would be, then it truly wouldn't be heaven, would it?