[ WP ] Your wife and doctor are considering pulling your plug .

The voices were his reality, athought experiment, Plato's wall `` The Allegory of the Cave''. His reality were voices, and everything made sense. He could see the faces and movements of those around him without site, his mind adapted but he could not interact with that strange world just as you could interact with a shadow. 
 
 They were gods to him, controllers of the universe. His hospital room was a planet, the sounds of birds outside were another. His ears, a telescope to the other world. 
 
 The gods debated his life, money was often brought up, an imaginary currency that they could print at will. He wondered, why not print more, let me live. I am happy in my world, I love my nurses and my family. I love the world I hear outside, that I view in my telescope. 
 
 The decision was made, he felt the iv come out of his arm. He was angry. They were no longer gods to him, but fallen angels that have lost their way. They meant to kill him, to rid of the world they made because he was a hassle. He worshipped them, they protected him, fed him, gave him this world to live in. 
 
 He cried in his mind. The gods were cruel and selfish, to take his life away. He wanted to live, he wanted to interact with the gods but how could you interact with a shadow. A force so far beyond your power it made you feel like a thought. A thought person was bored with, ready to be thrown away. 
 
 He understood the minds around him, a trait only a silent observer could understand. He knew what they would say in any situation. He understood them but was angry and wanted to tell them he stopped praying to them. The graces of these fallen angels no longer deserve his hope. 
 
 As days past, he fealt the hunger come. It was painful, but what hurt more was the silence. The god stopped coming to his world. He wanted to thank them for the times they had come, apologize for the burden he put on them. 
 
 His wife came in, she said `` I am sorry, I cant do this anymore baby.'' She stroked his head, the eyes of the man stared blankly at the wall.'' In his mind he felt her hand. He reached with his mental arms and carressed it. It was all it took, he forgave the fallen angels. He no longer remembered the troubles they went through outside of the world he lived in. He cried imaginary tears, and said in his mind `` I love you.'' 
 
 The woman drapped over the man, she cried for an hour until a young boy rubbed her shoulders. The drums of his life has stopped, they stopped before. The gods would enter his world causing forming clouds. He could feel the lightning hit him, is always caused the drum to start again. This time no one came, no lightning, or storm. Only the warm hand of a god that trully loved him. 
 
 This was all he needed, his world crumbled and all he fealt was her hand. He could feel his conscious turning off, it was incredible, a psychodelic experience like no other. The last to go was his sense of touch. The words of the gods no longer reached him. His grasped his wifes hand tightly startling her, the corpse smiled before it died. Contempt with the life the gods temporarily gave him. 
 
 If he could talk to the gods, he would say `` love the life you have and those who love you. One day, you will feel their touch for the last time, life is not yours and the gods can take it away when they please. I am a dead man, and like many who are dying. I dont regret what I did, I regret what I did not do. I regret that I said I worked overtime, but I went to the bar to compain of the ones who loved me. 
 
 I could have been their for them, I could still be a god like you. I could of hugged you at will. One day you will be like me, on a bed, maybe in this room. The overtime, the petty fights, they are stilly. Worthelss moments of life that will be forgotten. The warmth of my wife, and the smile of my children as I tought them homework. 
 
 Whoever can hear this dying man, dont be like me, appreciate what you have. Let them know you love them, while you can, hug them, take your kids to the park. These are things you will remember when your on this bed, things you wont regret. 
 
 I wonder what you will say, if I can I will listen, just as you listened to me. I love you, as do many others. Goodbye, the void is here, and it is too late for me. When things are hard, remember me. Remember this speach, of a mortal talking to a god.
