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Of Goines himself, he wondered, How could Goines not be somewhere after he died?
Goines could not imagine not being.
If he had never existed – were not here now, or anywhere else either – who could then imagine, or have imagined, him existing somewhere?
Goines sighed at the thought that though he could not imagine not having existed, could not imagine his friend no longer existing, he could conceive it, theorize about it – an activity utterly different from imagining it.
Ever since reasoning himself away from the theist beliefs taught him in his childhood and early adolescence, he had believed that before he or anyone else came to be they had not existed, and after they died they existed no more. Was Goines now feeling unsure of that?
But, he reflected, feeling was still a different thing, not the same as either imagining or conceiving. Goines determined to concentrate on just being the complex creature he was, and enjoy it.
Yet the wonder stayed with him, stayed like a candle blowing in the wind or a comforting blanket: how could a person ever not exist somewhere – somehow – both before living and after dying? Why ever not?
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I have also been struggling with these type of thoughts!
ReplyDeleteI ponder the same question myself.
ReplyDeleteThis vignette is playing a pivotal role in a piece of writing I’m hustling toward submitting for the 2022 version of the contest I won last year. Only eight days until the deadline.
ReplyDeleteI’m cobbling together another extended Goines short story, whose title might be "Goines Vows to Savor Life’s Presents."
Took a different track today. I’ll explain later. Tentative new title: “Acts of Love.”
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