Internal Deluge

I died again last night. The sun never shines the day after you die, mind you, it's understandable. I mean; who opens their eyes the day after they die? Those of us who have taken to dying are similar, in my mind, to Lazarus. When we die we are subject to a three day period of depression where we may feel dead and decaying, then we rise when called forth.

But what happens when we are left longer than three days?
What happens when no one comes for us?
Nails on a chalkboard.
Cellar door.
Tires screaming on wet pavement.
Time is running out.

We die. No more of this constant death and resurrection. We die, cold out, game over, final match - die. We are not Lazarus. We do not have a savior to tell us to come forth. What if instead of "Lazarus come forth!" Jesus had called "Come forth!"? Who is to say that the entire graveyard would not have risen? Have you ever tried to call back the dead? If so you have probably noticed that no one came forward. Once you're in the ground you're gone, that's life. Focus on bringing forth the dead people who are still walking. Bring forth the depressed, bring forth the dying, bring forth the dead. We are not all dead. We are not all dying. We are not all too far gone.

We all need to be saved.

The sun is still not shining. My eyes are still closed. I am still hiding behind painted eyelids of indifference. It is strange to awake to pure darkness, yet be aware of all.

There is an old saying: "Ignorance is bliss." Does it contradict "Knowledge is power."? Or do they compliment one another like vanilla and chocolate? Supposedly vanilla and chocolate are opposites, yet they go very well together. Does the power of knowledge go hand in hand with the bliss of ignorance? Or does the power of knowledge make us unhappy? Would we be better off ignorant? Would we be better off dead? Who knows?

Lazarus, come forth.