Post Conscious

Perhaps we have reached a point where the survival of the fittest have transcended the physical. In our race to become the fittest we have hit a glass wall, and through it we see nothingness in the distance. At the finish line, we wonder while we wait for the late finishers to arrive. We are now the fittest, there’s nothing more to do because of this glass wall which has stopped us, but there is something on the other side so the race must go on. We, amongst the finishers, suddenly make our own rules in our interpretation of a phenomena. A phenomena that is the abyss at the other side of the glass wall.

Upon the late finishers’ arrival, they get bombarded with the interpretation of the ones who were there first – the ‘winners’. Even before they get to see the abyss. Some of them will never even see the abyss at all. Lost – in both sense of the word – amidst all that have been said by the winners.

Some winners will tell them it has ceased being a race while they continue on … in their minds.

Suppose you and I realized this and we were amongst the late finishers. We then try very hard to muffle the conversation of the ‘winners’. Making our way through the crowd we stand in front of the glass wall. Suddenly we find ourselves staring into the abyss.

Tell me, what do you see? More importantly, will you tell the others?