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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