Thursday, June 19, 2014

Exsistance behind closed curtians...



            When we die it’s similar to when a business closes. Without the people running the business or the customers who make up the personality of the store, that business is just a building. So the question is: where do we go when we die? Some say Heaven, Hell, purgatory, some believe we come back; there’s different places people say we go, but while we’re here on earth we’ll never know. Like a store closing every night returning to its grave, the store rises to life as the dark turns to day. The people feel the aisles making the store spring to life, shaping its personality the story of life. As the sun crosses the sky and the hours start to dwindle, the people disappear: nothing but mannequins in the window, dummies if you will symbolic to life standing still, or the metaphor of the store that nobody is here anymore. These people at the store come together to make a whole personality, then when the store closes, the personality scatters into pieces, bits of a light energy going into the world, until you meet another person who shops at your store….that personality begins to form but in a whole new place and then time comes to an end….you separate than meet again…

R.I.P Bob

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