“Why are you speaking Japanese?”
“It’s just a foreign sort of day in your heart.”
“I thought you despised Japan?”
“Years have passed since then.”
“… Long years.”
“Yes, long years indeed.
Any particular reason for your thoughtfulness?”
“The book has set me in a mood…”
“What would you do if you were offered your Heart’s Desire?”
“The trick comes when your Heart’s Desire is not interested in being so. What joy is there to have then?”
“A conundrum indeed.”
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“How does my cum feel inside you?”
What could I say? It felt amazing and intoxicating and so, sooooo passionate and intimate and oh dear…
I tried hard to say this, I gathered my courage, gosh darn it all I was going to TELL HIM exactly what I felt!
“G-g-good!” I squeaked.
Close enough.
Marcellus’s boyfriend can be the cutest cutie sometimes.
By me and A PERSON NOT ON TUMBLR I DON’T THINK and also Linsneakers watched us write it.
“Timmy’s Christmas Miracle”
by Aru and Dame
Timmy one day was taking a walk in the snow and he was cold and hungry and alone, and he so desperately loved oranges. So desperately that he prayed to the orange god every single morning for the safe and successful shipping of Florida’s orange shipments.
Well, anyway, he was walking and thinking of these oranges, and knew what he wanted for Christmas! He wished he could spread the joy of oranges to everyone! So, he went to the supermarket to buy every orange they had in stock and throw them at everyone he saw. But then he realized in horror that he had no money. “THE HORROR!” he screamed, and fell to his knees in sorrow.
Then a magical clerk fairy came to him and asked him what the hell his problem was. He lifted his sobbing head to answer the clerk fairy’s question. He explained to her how he lacked the money to bring the joy of oranges to everyone in the world. The clerk fairy thought for a moment, and then answered, “Hm, I think I have just the solution for you, my boy!” Joy filled his heart and he stood at attention. She leaned close and said “There’s this fat dude who lives in the North Pole. I hate him. He gives things for free, which ruins my business. DESTROY HIM and I’ll make your wildest dreams come true!”
Now, Timmy was not usually one for violence, but he had no choice in this situation. There was nothing he would not do for the sake of precious, precious oranges. So, he immediately set off for the North Pole. He journeyed long and far through harsh oceans, powerful blizzards, chocolate factories, and mountains of gumdrops, until he finally reached… THE NORTH POLE.
It was incredibly cold, and Timmy had forgotten to eat the whole time. And he was just at a chocolate factory! Then, he spotted some strange creature with a red nose. That red nose reminded him of an apple… which reminded him of its opposite: THE ORANGE. ”This orange-beast must be devoured!” he thought out loud.
Timmy immediately sprung for the poor defenseless animal and proceeded to attempt to rip its nose off. The creature cried out in pain, but Timmy did not care, for it was an orange he was after. When he realized the nose was not coming off, he realized he only had one solution… to just bite it right off. With his teeth! So he continued to do so. The animal continued to scream in pain, but it was now just white noise to Timmy. Soon, he had managed to bite the whole nose off and swallowed it happily. He walked off, satisfied, leaving the now-noseless animal struggling for consciousness.
Timmy walked for a good while, when he thought he heard music. Sneaking up a hill, he looked down into a village that was filled with all sorts of little people and lights and colours and HAPPY. But no oranges. “I wonder if this is it?” He slowly approached the village, quietly in case his target was nearby. He slowly leaned around the corner of one of the buildings, and lo and behold, caught sight of the man he was assigned to take out. Slowly, he reached into his bag and pulled out his gun that conveniently fired poisonous oranges. He slowly took aim as he gazed into the crosshairs…
Quite suddenly, the man disappeared! He was behind Timmy now, looming over him like the fat lard he was, and he was mad and angry! Timmy raised his gun, but the man raised his hand and said quickly, “Wait, Timmy.”
Timmy was shocked and surprised. “How do you know my name?”
“I’ve known you since you were a little baby.”
Upon hearing this, Timmy was quite disturbed and felt very dirty.
“Listen carefully to me, Timmy,” Santa began, “You may not recognize me, but I am Santa Claus. Every December 24, I travel the lands delivering presents to children if they have been good.” Timmy wanted to kill this man more than ever. He had just come to the realization that an old man had been watching his every move since the day he was born. But what could he do?
Santa moved closer, and quite suddenly Timmy yelled a battlecry: “THAT’S MY PURSE I DON’T KNOW YOUUUU!!” and kicked Santa in the shin. He did an unnecessary amount of cool moves before finally firing the gun. But the poisonous orange stopped in mid-air, right before Santa’s face! “You leave me no choice. You’ve been a very bad boy, and now… I WILL TAKE ALL THE ORANGES FROM THIS WORLD.”
Timmy let out a long dramatic gasp of surprise and horror. How… how could he?! This man was taking the only thing near and dear to Timmy away from him! Timmy was horrified. Timmy was spiraling into a sudden depression. Timmy wanted to see his mother again after she left to be a fighter pilot in the war and cry in her arms. But most of all… Timmy was pissed.
“You… You… YOU EVIL, SICK, SON OF A BITCH!” he screamed and leapt at him. The man was large enough to crush Timmy, but he would not let that stop him. The little people gathered around and watched. Some had cigarettes. The quick moment that Timmy took to notice this allowed Santa to punch him square in the face. Timmy fell to the ground after receiving such a powerful blow. He slowly stood up, legs quivering, as he wiped the blood from his face. He glared at Santa. His anger was rising. He felt power welling up inside of him. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, placed his hands out directly in front of him, and then…
“KAMEHAMEHAA!!1”
Nothing happened, and Santa could not help but laugh. Then he noticed that the air seemed to be trembling. The world seemed to take on an orange hue. The little people looked around in confusion, but Timmy took no notice of them as he concentrated hard.
The clouds turned dark. The sky rumbled. Everyone turned their heads up in unison. Their eyes grew wide. For what began falling from the sky was none other than… ORANGES. Timmy’s strong will to fight for what he believed in pulled through for him! It was… A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. Timmy began jumping for joy. He grabbed the nearest oranges and rubbed them all over his body.
Santa stared in shock. His magic had been reversed! “No! NOOOO! How could this have happened?!” Everyone now turned to stare at Santa. He seemed to be going into some sort of seizure. Suddenly, out from Santa burst that strange creature, minus the nose of course. “I THOUGHT!” it began, as some of the little people vomited, “I THOUGHT THAT… THAT… if I were Santa, I would be undefeatable! In fact… I made a pact with Satan! Did you know you’re one typo away from Satan when spelling Santa?! EXACTLY.” More vomiting ensued.
Timmy was in disbelief. Everything… everything he had learned in the past 10 minutes was a lie! He didn’t know what to do. He would need severe counseling later. But now, he had something he had to do. He stood up, with one of the oranges in hand. He carefully took aim at the creature. It saw the orange. It screamed. “NO! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Timmy smiled.
“I’M DOING WHAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE LONG AGO!” he replied. You see, the animal’s nose had been previously red. Which, as previously mentioned previously, is the colour of an apple which is the opposite of an orange. Therefore, it is a well-known fact that if said creature ingests an orange, they will transform into a globulous pile of goo that wears glasses like Elton John’s and spontaneously changes colour. So then, Timmy lunged at the creature, prepared to smite it…
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” screamed the creature. Somewhere, some similar creature yelled “NO, RUDOLPH MY SON,” but Timmy disregarded family love, for this was true serious business. The creature started to run, but slipped on an orange peel. Timmy jumped on its back and began shoving his oranges into its mouth. There was goo everywhere, but Timmy kept shoving in his oranges. Soon, the animal was nothing more than a pile of goo. It sprouted glasses on its face. Timmy removed the glasses and held them high above his head. He cried, “FREEDOM FROM THE PERSIANS!” as the sun rose behind him.
It was then that the magical clerk fairy appeared again. “Thank you, Timmy. I knew all along that Santa was a secret evil, I was just too lazy to take care of him myself.” Timmy looked up into her sweaty face. He did not care, for he had been on a vengeance quest too, which he discovered in those wonderfully scarring past ten minutes.
“May I have my dream come true now?” he asked.
She smiled at him and said, “But, Timmy, you already brought it true makings! It is now raining oranges everywhere.”
IT WAS INDEED A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.
THE END.
I did as he asked and didn’t look as I felt him begin to explore my cock with his mouth and the contents within. I gripped the sheets and bit my lip, letting out a long, contented sigh. No, he wasn’t amazing like that right off the bat - that is, physically speaking it wasn’t that great, but, god… It sure is funny how… emotionally sexually sensitive I really am. It doesn’t matter if the physical stimulation isn’t near perfect, just the thought that he was actually doing this, without me having asked him to, was stimulating enough. And, it didn’t take him long to figure out the basics. Or, rather, remember it, considering I advised him to just think about what he liked and try that out on me, to start with. After all, I’m not a picky guy. And, again, oh god… the feelings… everything was heaven.
I groaned.
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This is between my characters Marcellus and his boyfriend, when they first got together. This is from the boyfriend’s perspective.
http://dametora.deviantart.com/art/this-first-time-preview-263327296 <- read about the story here.
I remember when we first made love…
I watched him nervously as he lit the candles about the room. I clutched the blanket to my chest as the lighting revealed he wasn’t wearing any pants. I stared at his bulging underwear for a moment, then, blushing, looked away. I was naked underneath this blanket.
Was I sure I wanted to do this?
“There, the mood’s all set,” he said pleasantly, moving toward me. I felt my heart beat quicken as he took off his underwear and crawled up from the bottom of the bed, pulling his shirt off as he faced me. “Relax.” He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth. I did relax a little as his hands ran through my hair. I was finally accepting his advancements, and it made me feel a little giddy.
It was really feeling nice up until he tried to tug the blanket from me. I gripped it harder and pulled away, looking at him. “I’m… sorry I…” I said hesitantly. I suddenly got too nervous and now we were stuck.
Or so I thought.
He just smiled. “It’s okay, I understand, but, is it okay for me to put just my hands under?”
“That… that seems all right…”
Very gently he slipped his hands under the blanket, and began rubbing my nipples. My breathing felt loud as I tried to calmly soak in the feelings that were arising. Everything seemed so quiet around us. I could hear my heart beating, I swore.
He kissed me again, and I felt his hands go lower. I gasped a little as he touched the head of my penis. I tried to relax. He trailed his fingers down my shaft, and it made me shudder. He looped his fingers around my penis, gripping it, and began moving them up and down. He was essentially masturbating me. These new feelings coming over me increased with this action. I knew they would, but, somehow, accepting these feelings this time around, although warily, it seemed to feel even better than before, when he had tried to awaken my sexual side previously.
If it felt good here at the start, I … couldn’t even imagine how good it’d feel later. The thought made me more nervous but at the same time a little eager. I had never done this before, I’ve never experienced these feelings until recently, and now they were being acted upon. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but I decided I needed to just hold my breath and dive in, so to speak. But I wasn’t ready to let the blanket fall just yet.
I moaned, and he kissed me. I moaned again into his mouth. He was trying to teach me to just let myself go, so I was going to let any little noise escape me. Also, I wasn’t really “trained” on how to repress these anyway…
He rubbed his thumb on my frenulum, and I shuddered again with another moan. “You really like this, eh? Like having your cock played with?” he asked in a sultry voice.
“Y-yes,” I squeaked out. My nervousness was slowly going away, but it was definitely still there, enough to make it hard to talk.
I had never had someone touch me there so… gently… kindly… affectionately. He had tried to show me this before, but I was so caught up in my confusion about my feelings that I couldn’t see it.
He messed around with my penis for a little while longer, then moved a hand down to start fingering me. I jumped at first when he touched me there, because I had only known pain. But he whispered soothingly into my ear, assuring me I would be okay. Trusting him, I relaxed a little and let his fingers in. To my surprise, it felt… kind of nice. Not as nice as his work on my penis, but still nice.
We were like this for what seemed like a heavenly forever. He would kiss me sometimes and I would moan sometimes. It was so good. I would be okay if this was all we did, really. But I knew it wouldn’t stop here.
I had ended up on my back, somehow. I guess in my succumbing to my emotions, I just naturally gravitated to a submissive position. He was over the top of me now, only one hand working me while he balanced on the other. He looked at me and asked, “Can I pull the blanket off now?”
My anxiety seemed to return and I felt unsure again. The blanket had been my shield, my security. I didn’t want to stop, but I was so nervous…
Then I had an idea.
I had been a little captivated by his genitals since he had revealed them. Although I had seen them before, never had I seen them in this context. I was curious about them. “Before we do… can I… uh…” I stuttered and went quiet.
“Can you what?”
I felt so embarrassed suddenly…
“Take your time. It’s okay.”
“Uhm… can I… t-touch you?” I finally squeaked out.
He looked at me in confusion for a moment, then realized I was indicating his genitals. “Oh! Oh yes, of course you can. Go right ahead.” He pulled his hand out from beneath the blanket.
I reached out hesitantly, and was suddenly spooked by a little laugh he made.
“Haha, I’m sorry, it’s just… well… I’ve waited a long time for you to want to touch me…” he said sheepishly. I smiled timidly in response, and tried again.
I carefully touched the tip. It was kind of wet. I knew he was prone to producing pre-ejaculate quickly, so this didn’t surprise me. I ran my fingers down his shaft this time. It was strange how soft, yet hard, he was… and warm, inviting almost. I had never handled anyone’s genitals, besides when I had to pee, and when I washed him while he was passed out. I was beginning to feel kind of excited about this exploration. I fondled his testicles as well. He had sparse hair - he was never any good at growing hair on his body. I returned to his penis and gripped it, gliding the foreskin over the head. I hadn’t realized how fascinating another person’s genitals could be. At least, the genitals of someone you wanted to… be with. As I masturbated him, I wondered how it would feel like once he had… I blushed at the thought and felt anxious again. This seemed to be such a big thing. Not his penis, I mean, which really was definitely well-sized, but, what we were doing. Was I really ready for this? As much as I found I really liked his penis, and his touching, and his kissing… I still felt confused about my feelings. I didn’t know how to deal with these feelings - I had never had to. I didn’t think these feelings were possible.
He moaned, and I felt a sudden jolt of lust rush through me. I gulped and looked into his face. He had closed his eyes, was biting his lip slightly, and had a big grin on his face. I suddenly noticed how flushed his face was. This made me feel… excited, and eager to continue. In a brief moment of bravery, I concluded that, yes, I think I was ready after all.
He opened his eyes and looked at me. “It really feels great, you know, for you to finally touch me.”
I smiled a little, then let him go. “O-okay, I… we… uh…” Stupid apprehension! We’d never get anything accomplished at this rate.
He looked at me curiously, and I stared at him with my face burning. After a moment, he experimentally tugged on the blanket, not taking his eyes off me. I released my grip and slowly nodded. With a silly grin, he sat up and yanked the blanket off me fully.
Well, there I was, in all my nude, and aroused, glory. I squirmed a little, resisting the urge to fold my arms over my naked body to hide it, and avoided his eyes bashfully.
While I was looking away, he inspected my body. “Wow, so that’s what you look like.”
I gave an awkward chuckle. “Ah, yep, uh, that’s… that’s what I look like…”
He was abruptly in my face now. “I like it,” he said lustily. He began handling me again, fingering me harder now. He leaned down and began sucking on my nipples. This was… very pleasurable. In my genitals, it felt like… I guess you could say a warm tickle. I don’t know how to describe it. I had to groan, and settled deeper into the bed. I found myself… just so comfortable right now. I don’t think I’d ever been so comfortable in my life. The blanket didn’t make any difference. At least, not now anyway. He was slowly bringing me out of my shell.
Once again, we continued this… it’s foreplay isn’t it? Anyway, we continued this foreplay for a good, long time. A heavenly good, long time. The feelings in my genitals were increasing, and I felt a heated excitement brewing in the rest of my body. “How do you feel when I press them together?” he said, and he rubbed his penis against mine, taking his hand and masturbating us both. I let out a drawn-out sigh of bliss. This wasn’t so bad at all. No, this was… amazing, fantastic! Could it really only go up from here?
He stopped and fiddled with himself and me for a while, spreading around our lubricants. I gulped. I could tell what was coming next.
“I’m going to put it in now. We should be lubed up nice and good.”
“I… uh…” I squeaked out. Was… was I ready for this? Why couldn’t we just continue with what we were doing?
“Are you okay with this?” He looked at me seriously.
I took a deep breath and thought about it. He had been so kind and gentle with me so far, it had felt very good, and I know that us being together was what I wanted at some point. Why not now?
“It’s okay if you don’t want to.”
Did he really say that? I looked at him, a little shocked. I hadn’t expected that. He was leaving this entirely up to me. That… made me feel really special. He had said before he was willing to wait for me, that sex wasn’t important to him anymore. That’s what got us at this point in the first place.
I was… in control. In total control. I controlled what we were doing. He was servicing me, not the other way around. This understanding had taken a while to reach, and his patience with me was only cementing it.
“I… I want to,” I said, mustering up my courage to steady my voice. “I feel like… if we don’t do this, we might not ever do it. I need to do this. I need you…”
His eyes were thoughtful. He leaned in, and pushed his lips softly against mine. No tongue this time; just a romantic kiss. It was very calming.
We separated, but I stopped him, touching his arm. “Soft… soft and easy, right?”
He smiled lovingly. “Yeah. Soft and easy, just like I promised.”
I breathed deeply again as I felt his tip at my entrance. This was it. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. His fingering had felt good, but… but… I had never had any good experience down there. Would it still hurt?
I had to trust him.
I quietly gasped as he eased himself in. It… didn’t hurt. No, there was no pain at all. I felt a little discomfort from not being used to this, but, mostly… mostly it just felt… good. Really good. As he pushed himself deeper, I immersed myself into this feeling, and the thoughts of him being inside me buzzed around my head. That, too, felt good, and my discomfort was soon replaced by this feeling of great intimacy. He was really inside me. We were… we were like one being now. I could feel him filling me, his pulse seemed to resound inside me, matching my own. I didn’t think anything in there could feel any good. I keep being surprised by what we were doing over and over, but, I can’t help it. I just don’t know what to expect, even though deep, carnal instinct tells me everything will be fine, and pleasurable.
“God, you feel so good,” he moaned. I felt another jolt of lust. Yes, yes, I wanted him to feel good, I wanted him to make me feel good, I wanted us to feel good together, as one. I let out a whine as he began thrusting. This was exotic and new. That “warm tickle” and the heated excitement were dramatically increasing.
All at once, tears were running down my face. I wasn’t aware that they were coming. He halted, but I wasn’t looking at him - I was looking at the ceiling - so I didn’t see his face. It was apparent that he was alarmed, though.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quickly.
I sniffled and faced him. “I… I’m sorry… It’s just… I never thought it could feel so good,” I blubbered. How embarrassing… but he payed attention to me, and let me continue, “I-I know that sounds… sounds really corny, but… I just… I was always so scared of more pain…”
“Shhhh,” he soothed, drawing his face near to mine. “It’s all right.” He tucked his head under my chin and cuddled me. “I understand, I really do. Just take your time, and we’ll start again when you’re ready.”
After that, we went slowly for a good while, and I had begun to be aware that I wanted him to… give me more. Oh, what an flustering thought. I was still so bashful, I couldn’t possibly…
“I’m going to go a little faster now…” he grunted.
Anticipation coursed through me. I felt a little guilty of this hope, but, well, I was also starting to lose my thoughts. And as he increased his speed, my mind only became more clouded, focusing instead on my passionate feeling. He grabbed a hold of my penis and rubbed his thumb on the frenulum again. I shuddered and whimpered. Oh, how could it feel so great!? What a beautiful thing it was that had been denied me for so long! I spread my legs wider, wanting… “M-more…” - I… oh… well, that wasn’t supposed to happen. I became suddenly quiet in my self-consciousness. But all he did was let out a devilish chuckle, and increase his power.
I was panting now. My body felt hot and charged with emotion and feeling. Such wonderful feelings. I could feel a burning tension building up inside me, especially in my genitals. Instinct told me that I was close to orgasm. How would that feel?… I didn’t have much time to wonder as the build-up suddenly spiked. I cried out, squeezing the sheets and shaking violently… and then he stopped. Everything. Completely. The tension dropped. What happened?
“Ah-ah-ah. You can’t come yet; I’m not ready. We’re going together.”
I figured out that he, being as experienced as he was, had read my body signs and had stopped pleasuring me to keep me from orgasm. Damn his experience! I thought angrily. I had developed a greed for these newfound intensities. I didn’t want to be stopped; I wanted to orgasm.
But I couldn’t word my disagreement with his practice. All I could do was give out a long, whining moan, and squirm. “But… please…” I whimpered.
“All in good time,” he breathed.
He began again, starting slowly. Everything was at a slow pace again, but was building gradually. Together we grunted in passion again, and those wonderful feelings were back. “P-please!” I cried out as I felt them nearing another spike, but he slowed down. “No…” I whimpered. “I want more!”
“You’ll be fine,” he crooned. “Just gonna… ride you… along the edge…”
It seemed like ages he had me “riding” this “edge”, which I assumed meant keeping my feelings steady just before the orgasm. It was torturous. Why couldn’t he just let me have it? Whining, I closed my legs around him.
“Ohhh, baby,” was his response. This thrilled me. Hearing him throughout this was definitely a thrilling experience. It made me feel a little less greedy and a little more intimate. I gripped him with my thighs.
He suddenly increased his thrusting. My feelings rose and I gripped him tighter in my sudden delight. “I’m gonna come,” he moaned softly. This was what he had made me wait for. He wanted us to orgasm together, so he was bringing him along the road.
But I was faster. Having waited so long, having no experience with this before, my feelings were definitely increasing more quickly. I knew this because he said, “Wait for me!” but I barely heard him in my fever; it was only when I thought back to the incident that I worked out what had made him say that. I let out a very loud moan and gripped the sheets again, shuddering and writhing. Oh, my god, this felt so good! I felt the tension come to a head, everything was red hot down there, there was pressure, my excitement peaked…
In a triumphant cry, I wailed his name and felt an explosion of feeling. I clenched my teeth as my body and penis were having spasms, and I felt warm, thick liquid - my ejaculate - leave me. Suddenly, I heard him cry out my name, as well, with an “oh god!”, and felt that same liquid erupt into me, only in higher volume. Every part of this felt extremely fulfilling and intimate.
But then it was over, and he collapsed on top of me. We were gasping for breath. I hadn’t realized just how hot we had become, but our bodies pressed together were sticky with sweat, and definitely blazing. I let out a long groan and curled my toes. I felt so extremely satisfied.
After a moment, he lifted himself off of me and stared into my face. With a “heh”, he grinned impishly. “You, uh, called out my name.”
“Oh… oh yeah? I did, didn’t I? Uhm. Was I not supposed to? I… couldn’t really help it…”
“No, no, no,” he hastily said. He kissed me. “Do it every time, all the time,” he whispered.
We fidgeted around for a minute before settling on a sleeping position. We were both exhausted, and I gave no thought to us sleeping naked.
“That went well, don’t you think?” he murmured sleepily.
I wasn’t sure what to say. I wanted to smother him in kisses, that was how I felt.
“I love you,” was my answer. He snuggled into my side as a response, and we both drifted off.
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.
this is, hands-down, the COOLEST THING i have ever read. it’s just unbearably fascinating.
Ladies and gentlemen, the meaning of life.
An interesting way of looking at it all.
