When I’m gone, what
difference does it make
Whether or not they refer
to me as the bastard of
the city, the killer of
innocents or the holiest of all saints?
When I close my eyes, as
far as I am concerned, the world as I know
ceases to exist. That
is life and that is reality.
This world does exist in
me as I do in the world.
When I go, it makes no
difference whether thousands come to see me off
or not even my closest
friend or my children attend my funeral . Why should I care for the entity that
will not survive after I
cease to exist. It never existed before me and will not be after me.
All I know from the past,
is what I am told, not the one I experienced, may be true, maybe not.
This is the last version
of my philosophy, the one that disregard all and none, one for when it was and
one for when it is not.
The shell becomes empty,
the laughter and sorrow fades away, joining the nothingness.
We come from vacuum and
join the vacuum. All anticipations, all expectations are for donkeys and
idiots.
