~Nothing~

Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name
thy kingdom nada thy will be nada
in nada as it is in nada.
Give us this nada our daily nada
and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas
and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada.
-Ernest Hemingway

They say that when people are in coma, they can subconsciously hear what people say to them. I've never quite believed them. They're in a coma for a reason, right? I merely thought that it was something that doctors said to ease the minds of the person's friends and family. Give them a sliver of hope. But I'll admit it's a romantic thought – being able to wake up a loved one with only your voice. Nice, huh?

Are they right? Wrong? All I know for sure is that it's silent here. So silent, so silent, I can barely hear my own thoughts. I don't really know what happened to me. I could be dead, I could be alive, but... If I'm dead, what's this? If I'm still alive, what am I doing here?

I feel like I'm floating. I feel so adequate that I'm too inadequate to understand it. I feel light as a feather yet burdened with my heavy thoughts. I've never felt more alive yet I'm almost sure that I'm not living. In this iridescent world of light, the shadows are too dark to see through, paradoxes turn reality into dreams.

Is this what it means to exist? If this is 'real' reality, then what is the other reality?

I remember the old, blind man that used to live in my town. We called him 'Weasel'. He was a nice one. I remember the last thing he told me: "People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define 'reality'. But what does it mean to be 'correct' or 'true'? Merely vague concepts... Their 'reality' may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs?" I haven't seen him in 20 years.

If what he said is true, then what am I believing now?

Had I been a true Christian, would I still end up here? Had I believed in Him, would He give me the answer? Questions, questions... What is this existence? Is it even an existence? ...Do I even exist?

Spanish-
nada = nothing
pues nada = then nothing


In my culture class, we had to write/paint/draw or something similar about the subject 'Existence'. This is what I came up with.

The poem is one I read a while back. I thought it fit well. The mentioned 'Weasel' is actually Uchiha Itachi (or Itachi Uchiha if you want) from the manga Naruto. What Weasel says is what Itachi said to Sasuke in their final meeting.

Enjoy ^^