He walked down the street, rain falling through the orange of
the street lamp’s light. He thought as he walked, what it would be like to die.
What would it give him? What could he gain from death? When the man reached 42nd
street he realized death could give him nothing that he could find in this
life. From that next step he took and on he knew that there was no god for him.
No Zeus with his bolts of lightning and no Buddha with his Nirvana. The man
hoped and prayed that to die was to be no more. For if not, how awkward would
that moment be when he saw the God he didn’t want to believe in. The man looked up at
all the colorful lights around him. The
man smiled and was swallowed into the crowd.
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