Friday, September 21, 2018
A Hundred Years Time
In a hundred years time I will not be here. You who is reading this will not be here. The both of us, me and you, will be sleeping in different places... maybe in different parts of the world. We will both be sleeping alone. It is only the spirit we have on the inside that will be living. That life will be in another place altogether different than what we were used to when we were alive. I suppose I will be harboring memories from this life. Maybe that's just what it is... maybe that is what this whole thing is about, the gathering of memories both good and bad. But what of the end one must wonder. What could be the ultimate reason for this gathering, so to speak, of memories? Surely there must be a reason. Maybe the reason is beyond what we are able to conceive at this time in our... humanity. In a hundred years time somebody will be looking back on blogs and vlogs and see the people of this time. They will see what we were like when all this began. In a hundred years time people will study what we put down here and they too will realize how similar we are to them... just as we do when we see film of people in 1918. I wonder what things will be like in a hundred years time....
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