Dull Eternity

"Everything Has a Meaning", Said the Fool

Time and space, life and death, good and evil, existence and nothingness, completeness and hollowness. These all have one thing in common: they are all opposites, yet one can not be without the other. Though, that is quite a human chain of thought. Humanity lacks the ability to actually comprehend any concept at all, instead relying on things like philosophy to filter these objective fundamental forces. Humanity tends to admit its arrogance, for the most part. But, they never really seem to acknowledge the undeniable fact that they cannot comprehend reality, in any shape or form. At. All. Though, there is one exception in this case. Cassian. But................................for all intents and purposes, that isn't necessarily something you would want, at least for this scenario. Nonetheless, it is there. Ahhh......I believe it is about time I get back to work though. I've taken quite a long break, and I can't keep Cassian waiting any longer. It would be quite impolite of me, I must admit. Anyways, I must be off now......

POV: Cassian

Ahh........................I suppose I really am about to talk to myself in this lifeless, empty, hollow space of this universe, like I'm narrating my oh so tragic story to someone who's actually there. A rather insane notion, no doubt, but sadly I don't seem to possess the capacity to go insane. Well, I guess I should start at the beginning. Yes........yes........the beginning..........

Before.......all this. I was......I was just a regular person, a medical student to be precise, and that came with the whole package, I guess. I felt what the average person would feel, typical things like grief, or joy. Nothing special. I had my beliefs, I had my meanings, I had what the average person should have. I guess I'm.....emphasizing the word "had" quite a bit, aren't I.....?

Well, I started that way; it......wasn't forever. When I had walked into that hospital that morning, I had expected to walk out of it as well. Instead, something a tad more.....how should I say this.....gruesome? No........tragic?....I already used that word........sad, yes, something more sad happened. I was held at gunpoint, to put it bluntly. There was panicked and erratic screaming that roared in my ears due to the sudden appearance of a firearm being pointed. And, I had originally thought that the looming, gaunt man holding the 9mm would have turned toward anyone else within the not-so-large reception area. It felt logical at the time, everybody else was running and screaming, but I was just standing there. I figured that naturally the man would panic, and fire off randomly into the crowd. Though, looking back on it, the man was rather sickly, and pale looking. He was likely targeting the hospital staff, and I guess being a medical student allowed me to fit the bill quite well enough.

But, considering my current situation, it's easy enough to figure out what happened. I heard an ear-shattering noise, literally. I remember my ears popping painfully when I heard it, but that isn't important. I felt what was obviously a bullet ripping through the fabric of my clothes; I felt it start to puncture through my delicate human skin; I felt it start to move through my flesh as if it was jello; I felt it as it weaved through my ribcage and put a hole through my still-beating heart; I felt it as it grazed my spinal cord, as it left my fatally injured soon-to-be corpse. A lot of flowery words there, no? The word jello, and all that.

What was going through my head was certainly a spectacle, at least to me. It had felt as if the world had slowed down, just for me. It's a little cliche....I know, but it is what it felt like in the end. Racing through my head were a variety of thoughts, some being about my studies on the brain, considering I was a neurology student at the time. My brain would shortly cease activity....yay. There was also a quick thought of irony, one that admittedly doesn't sound too likely anymore, considering the.....context. It was an imagery construct of a scenario where two police men were laughing, laughing about my death. Laughing because it was silly that the only one to die in this shooting, was a simple med student. A person training to save lives, ended up dying themself inside of a place of healing, how sad.