The Journey of a Soldier

When I first began my Journey, I didn’t even notice. For a long time there was only darkness. Then I sensed what a living body would perceive as light. To me, having no eyes under my command new it as feeling.

It felt bright, and yet, small, and man-made, not of the stars in the sky. Then I felt heat, but not as I did before. I felt the emotion of heat. The feeling was good at first, but before a minute had passed it grew into a great passion, needing to be seduced.

This emotion, no, this desperate passion lasted a long time. But time was a feeling too. I could not sense duration, only the sensation of time. This is when I began my Journey. But I did not know it.

After all the feeling of heat and light had vanished, I suddenly was among many beings, all confused and disorderly. They swirled together one moment, then broke and became like a hive of bees the next. I was lost and confused. Memories would flash by, not all of them my own. I remembered myself, who I was.

A man, working in a great army. War. Pain. Suffering. Hunger. Friendship. Love. Happiness. Satisfaction. It was too much, all forced into my mental existence at the same time. I reached out for my body, to tell it to scream, but I could not. I had died.

Now I knew, my Journey had begun

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