"She is the riverman, she escorts you across death.. with long, perfect, slender legs under her cloak. She rows across the sea slowly, cloak covering her face in shadows reciting rituals like the pope.. the oars dipping into lightless dark matter, a rippling hollow darkness that emanates an eerie groan. You are aware of her, though you can't move a thread.. death.. her cloak slips a bit and you see a skull. Thin wispy, stringy hair hangs from the skull in patches and her eyes are cold.. two blue sparks floating in its eye sockets where the eyes should be.. she turned and you hear the raft bump against something, a dock? Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her coming over to where you lie.. with a strength that was impossible, she picked your body up easily with one hand, and as she carried you, you can see the dark, star filled night. Your body twists in her grip and you are facing those perfect womanly legs again as she walked along.. she stopped. Suddenly you feel as if something is wrong.. you can feel despair, emptiness, sadness, hate.. thick around you, squeezing like a snake. The feeling is consuming you, like your soul is dissolving.. it transcends pain like nothing you have ever experienced before. If you could scream, it would be an eternal wail of anguish like the curse of billions of souls that believed in absolutely nothing, in other words.. the devil.. the devil is absolutely nothing, the opposite of God. And as the riverman flings your body into a big dark hole, the energy that makes up your soul dissolves and the last thing that you experienced was the fabric of your soul being slowly torn, shredded, and destroyed even as you fought against it. You ceased to exist. They say you can't destroy energy, but when you believe in nothing.. you become nothing in the afterlife. Believing in nothing is like believing in the devil, the darkness before light when nothing existed.. you don't return to the flow of the universe, you don't return to God. The riverman looks at the black hole once more and turns around.. she returns to her boat to collect another soul. She looks up into the ethereal sky filled with stars and she whispers a little prayer.. 'I live for you. I love for you. Treat others with compassion. I give to you. My life for you. May our souls be everlasting.' She started rowing back across the darkness lapping at the sides of her boat. I'm starting to wonder how many trips she makes a day? If you don't believe in anything, why do you do the things you do? Cause you are told? Must be a pretty empty life with no meaning. Maybe it's best to just become part of the nothing.. it's a cruel existence not knowing God's love. God loves everything equally, down to the last cockroach but if you don't believe in God, God is not obligated to believe in you.. anything that God doesn't believe in just ceases to exist. Which isn't such a bad fate anyway, cause y'all don't believe in anything.. so you are right in a way."
Meh, this will probably be analyzed and scrutinized.. it's a story. Take what you want out of it, haha.. it's a weird fuggin story, I admit - eUë
