[ WP ] Right after you die , you see every conversation about you that ever took place in your absence . After that : eternal nothingness .

It began as any death might. A light at the end of the tunnel, one might say, or perhaps the great pearly gates, another inevitably interjects. What fools we were. Whether or not God exists or does not, I can not say, but I can say that if he exists he has left us alone. Even in death, we are simply alone. I saw my light at the end of the tunnel, my pearly gates, my pit of Hades, flash in my vision for but an instant as my body died. As my soul departed my body, I looked down at it one last time, I looked up at it one last time. My body, my soul, sitting there just outside my reach and soon, my vision. I long ago lost feeling from my body, but not before I felt the maggots eating away at my flesh as I lay rotten, and not before I felt my bones disintegrate into nothingness. I lost feeling to my body the moment that body ceased to exist. So my soul began to wander, no longer bound to this earth by it's rotten shell. For the longest time I wondered why I was bound in such a way. Was it to inspire humility? To strike fear, to send a message? I now know it was none of these- And, in fact, nothing at all. As my soul wandered, it came across a college campus, within which a man and a woman lay beside each other under the stars. 
 `` I do n't think I'll ever want children. Too much of a hassle.'' 
 `` I'll drink to that.'' 
 I turned my attention away and saw the same woman, crying. 
 `` I said I'm sorry, Peter! What do you want me to say?!'' She slammed the phone down and lay down, sobbing into her pillow. A small pregnancy test beside her was marked positive. 
 For a while, I see nothing but the woman being counseled and berated by one person or another- sometimes both by one. I felt oddly protective of this woman I did not recognize yet knew by heart. 
 As the girl's mother berated her with tears in her eyes, I felt betrayed for a promise never made. 
 As the girl's father stared at her with ice in his eyes, I felt abandonment from a man I never knew. 
 As the child was born, I felt a sense of wonder at sights I had yet to see. 
 As the child opened it's eyes for the first time, I felt myself fading. 
 As the child recognized it's mother, I realized I was seeing my own birth, 80 years before my death. 
 As the boy started crying, cold recognition gripped me. 
 
 Life is a cycle of events unchanged- No amount of force could change the inevitable. As my eyes faded into the eyes of the child, I knew why the boy was crying. In death I was free. 
 
 In life, I was a blind man once more. 
 
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 Hmm. Not sure if I like this one or not. I definitely screwed up the prompt, that's for sure, haha. At any rate, take it or leave it, it's up to you. I think I'm going to leave it, haha. Any critiques, please do so: )
