Feel my Fear

Beyond death itself, which I’ll have no earthly knowledge of entering into from this life, my greatest fear is being told, “Go away from me for I never knew you.” This comes from my ever-dominate feeling of being wholly unworthy of redemption and forgiveness.

Therein is where my horrors lay. It’s that vast, never ending, and endless void, that gulf in between man and God, a cosmic darkness, empty, save for what I cannot perceive in my egoed imaginations. Are there mindless and vile things that float about in that ethereal place between Heaven and Earth or perhaps below both, that those separated from God, will meet, either on accident or by purpose, which will consume what spirit is left of our once golden beings?

This is what resides in that darkness, the hidden, shrunken, tangled places of my mind and this Terra on which I wander, and that are relived in my science fiction and horror writing. As William Shakespeare posits in his play, ‘Hamlet,’ that, “There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy,” perhaps what’s not dreamed of in our modern philosophy might be the cause of our undoing and demise.