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Never will I bow down in admiration or defeat to your fantasy. I have stared death in the face several times, and had I died, I would have died with defiance for all spirits, ghosts, superstitions and falsehoods on my lips. Very shortly I must face a God, a Rhadamanthus, Osiris, or, more likely in my belief, a bench where sits someone who looks very much like myself. I must answer all questions about my life. I must admit to the wrongs I've done, and remind myself of the good and brave things that were what I sought to do. If I have been true to myself, I am confident that I will dissolve into the void. I hope my friends will remember me a while until they themselves fall asleep, forgive me and say that I fought a good fight and I finished my course. I hope my enemies will wonder at my defiance of the visible and invisible terrors that make them shiver in the night. They are not allowed to pity me. I embrace their hatred that makes them hypocrites. My disbelief is far stronger than their belief. They too will dissolve into the void. Selah! |
