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SILENT BEACH - II
Goodbye Daniel Kendall - Who me? It will never find me, or you, nor you, or you two, or us, or them or anyone. There's too many of us in here. Nothing can unravel the complexity of our existence. I will obviously die in good company and someone will carry on in my name. His struggle against death has lead him to death. In his opposition he couldn't have been closer to that which he opposed.
The nature of the life-death-force wasn't interested in mere persona, mortal trickery or the schizoid personality. In itself it was an inevitable as it was uncertain. It was gentle and persuasive. It lapped at the breezy recesses of his mind and crowded him into himself until it dominated him and exposed him so that there was nowhere left to hide.
It shot like a chilling arrow again and again into the empty core of Daniel Kendall. Hearing the many layered voices and hoping to strike a target with its final coldness. It chased him forever living on the only thing that Daniel gave off - the scent of his own fear. Now it has found him crying alone in the sand hills of the silent beach.
He has wandered there alone and afraid of what has followed him. Waves lapping at the sand dunes, collapsing them into surf, carrying them to the north of the continent. He can go no further. He has made the archetypal and incomplete journey to the ocean. He can go backward down the theoretic rungs of evolution. Or he can swim. |
