Excerpt: "KALAS" (A.Glass 2020)
“...Karma,” Lowe interjects, as she reaches over Kalas's lap to her weapon, Kalas eyes her, looking at her actions, as she carefully lifts the tactical rifle, looking through the gun sight at the river in front of them both.
“Similar, but the Buddhists believe in breaking the cycle of birth, death and its suffering. Monotheistic religions however believe suffering is imposed by a deity...a will of god. Hence the philosophizing that has gone on for centuries trying to grapple with what this...” Kalas points at the sky again. “...god is. But, maybe ghosts do exist as a metaphor, as wandering, unsatisfied and disturbed manifestations of time. That end up materializing into human psychology, in a coincidental way...Does that make sense?”
Lowe continues looking through the sight, handing the weapon back to Kalas, she looks up a the skyline again.
“Like repeating the past?”
“Yeah! It's like, the same mistakes over and over, you know? An imprint of errors, nothing to do with god or Karma, just the time lines...they're...” Kalas thinks of Liana again. “...fraught and broken, a pitiful mess, continually being mentally absorbed. And why would this be punishment? Nature doesn't even know we exist."
“Similar, but the Buddhists believe in breaking the cycle of birth, death and its suffering. Monotheistic religions however believe suffering is imposed by a deity...a will of god. Hence the philosophizing that has gone on for centuries trying to grapple with what this...” Kalas points at the sky again. “...god is. But, maybe ghosts do exist as a metaphor, as wandering, unsatisfied and disturbed manifestations of time. That end up materializing into human psychology, in a coincidental way...Does that make sense?”
Lowe continues looking through the sight, handing the weapon back to Kalas, she looks up a the skyline again.
“Like repeating the past?”
“Yeah! It's like, the same mistakes over and over, you know? An imprint of errors, nothing to do with god or Karma, just the time lines...they're...” Kalas thinks of Liana again. “...fraught and broken, a pitiful mess, continually being mentally absorbed. And why would this be punishment? Nature doesn't even know we exist."
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