Stop for a moment. Think. Where are you going? Why are you walking?
You think there's an end, don't you? Maybe you're right. There is a limit to endurance, a furthest point to which anyone can travel. Well, I've been there. I've reached the end.
I know what's there. I know that--
They lied. They tricked us.
They told us we could rest at the end of this journey. Life is over, heaven awaits. Bliss, calm, nirvana--simple rest.
They lied. They tricked us.
Do you know what's there, at the end? We finish the journey and find--
Nothing.
Inspired by a quote from an article by Larra, who was really just being cynical about Romanticism in general and Dumas' brilliant drama Antony in particular.
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