100TC #2 - Light

So far so good, I start well by keeping the pace of one text a day, I can do it ;) If you do not know what I am on about, this is the second text of the 100 Themes writing challenge! Today's theme is Light. Instead of going with a rather metaphysical text like I did yesterday, this one is more of a short story. I hope you enjoy :)

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- LIGHT - 

Getting Closer

How long has it been since I have last seen the light? I cannot remember. Weeks? Months? Years? It is like time has lost its meaning. Without light there is no time. Ironic though it is to think that where I am, I am amongst the lights themselves, closer to them than any human has ever been before. Yet it is so cold and it is as if in the immensity of space the light loses all its radiance. I can see them shine, far in the distance even though I am getting closer. Getting closer, yet still so insanely far. It is as if, the closer you get, the farther you realize you are. There is no reaching the light. Many have tried, all have failed, and it is how it shall be ‘til the very end of time itself; there is no reaching what is unreachable. I have come to realize it now. Too late it is, yes, but at least now I know. By trying to pursue my dream, I have found doom and loneliness. I have tried so hard to get what I wanted, too hard, and it is what has taken it away from me. My days are ending, for I am drifting alone - a loneliness I have brought upon myself - without any chance of rescue. Who would find me here, in this life-forsaken infinite space? On my final days I realize that I have been foolish and that I am not a god, only a man. I should feel sad, I should feel broken, destroyed. Yet, I feel... serene. I have not achieved my dream, though I end up living my last days where most men will not ever find themselves. And now I know that there is no reaching the divine light. It is part of a realm that exists, that has always existed. I can see why our ancestors, and still the simple-minded people of our time, worshipped them as deities. It is for the fact that even if the light is unreachable, it is there so powerful it can burn us, yet there is no getting close to it. It is when you are where I am that you realize that all you have learned does not make any damned sense. I have believed in science as they believed in their petty idols. Turns out I was just as wrong as them. It matters not now, not anymore. I just hope the infinite light will offer me the beautiful Death I always wanted...

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Art : Odilon Redon - L'oeil comme un ballon étrange se dirige vers l'infini - 1878

(C) Copyright 2014 Hope Alexander aka David Giroux for the text