Ockham's Razor

He stood up after a rest, lesser known to him, he started walking, and found himself in a barren land. The land stretched miles and miles of red dirt, he find himself no where near civilization. The dog which was by him earlier was now nowhere to be found.

He found a rock, solitary in the barren lands. Not knowing where to head next, he sat on the rock while watching his trails in the red dirt disappear as the wind blows. Oddly enough, he did not feel hungry despite being out here for a time that is long enough to starve a man to his bones.

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He fell asleep for a long time that is not known to him, and as he perceives the sun, obscured by the red dust. The sun is still where it was. At the far end, the moon stood tall. He found himself having no more desires, the fatigue, the hunger, the want for companionship. It all felt foreign. Was he ever there, has he ever possessed these things? Yet, there was nothing else he wanted anymore.

There the dog was, right beside him and as it was, it did not notice him and far from thought, the dog walked past him into the unknown. He followed the dog and as time went on, he felt more and more sluggish. He was having flashes of memories of which he has no recognition of, his thought raced on logic and reality. He had neither in him anymore. The dog was out of sight. It was all dark. He was lost.

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A burst of light. It penetrated the darkness, he was no longer thinking. He found himself traveling through a tunnel at giddying speeds. The lights extended towards him, drawing him. As he gazed upon the sides, he could see etchings and figures, pictures formed as it travels past him into the blinding light.

That he saw the whole history of humans, the earth, then the universe. God. The surge of knowledge rushed into him as he approached the light. The absolute truth. A singularity. Then, nothingness.

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He felt as though a million needles were pricking his hands, as he woke up from his nap. He was just a man, ordinary. He did not love nor hate his life, he had nothing to depend on, likewise, nothing that depended on him, he was alone. And a little voice was in his head, it was screaming to detach. And at a certain point somewhere along his life, he detached.