Silent Soul

"Hello!" He shouted to the souls of the people of the world.

"..." There was no response.

Nothing. Not a laugh, not a mumble: nothing. But he spoke anyway, to the souls of the people of the earth.

"Listen, there is something you must know. It is nothing really, just a bit of applesauce covered with specks of sugar. Like everything, this is tainted, for I am a man of ultimate truth. Of peacefulness despite differences. Of love amidst hate. I accept all. All people and all choices."

"Hey, get inside you bastard!" The lady in the backyard next to him yelled at her Dog.

"Silence." He thought, forcing the soul of the woman next to him into a state of peacefulness.

"This is no time for petty respect. This is no time to dapple with the rhythms of existence. Aren’t you tired? Tired of it all? Tired of following what you do not believe? Because when you sit down on your couch, late at night…you see the truth, like every one else does, because we are all the same. You see what is right or wrong, yet you still care about the daily tribulations you put yourself through. You still worry about how fast that guy is driving. You still worry about the time of day, or whether you are going to be late to your appointment. You still worry about the mundane hate you feel, or about the love you have for your beautiful face. About the shame you feel as you walk down the crowded streets, constantly aware of the uncomfortable bulge of your stomach, which you endlessly try and hide. But wait, no. You see more than this, hidden under it all; buried, you keep it tucked away, thinking you are the only one who knows. Who knows about your importance to the world. About your greatness, and your potential to be the ruler of the earth, the father of power, the mother of all sons, or perhaps even the one who this was written about. Yes you, stranger. Whomever you are who is reading this and thinking it is about them, well you are wrong. I have never met you, you are nothing, as am I. We are nothing, but also everything. And souls: it is time to realize that you are your body. It is time for you to finally join with your body and become one, we must do it all at once, all of us."

"..." Silence.

"Fine, sit there: Sit there and rot. Sit there and never realize that the choices you make are actually the choices of someone else. Never choose anything. Never live. Go on talking about the weather, about the latest TV show, about the newest computer game, or book. And you let it go on, you love the game so much. You love the routine. The things you talk about are not the things you care about. Why is it your choice if someone drinks after 2:00 am in the morning? Why is your choice the size of house I have in your community? Why is it your choice if I have no license plate on the front of my car, or if I don’t wear my seatbelt? Why does your choice have to be mine? Who made you right? Was it God? Well, which one? The God of which religion? Ohh, I see, that religion, well, yes, it does say believe and be saved. Yes, you are right, but…wait, ohh, who are you? I see, well yes, your book too does say believe and you are saved. And you, over there, yours says the same thing. Oh, sorry, I didn’t notice you over there, you are rather short, well yes, I guess your book also says it too, I know. How many more of you? What??? 6 Billion different routes to ultimate peace: you must be kidding. And all of you swear you are right, and everyone else in the world is wrong? Umm, so who should be in hell? How about you decided for yourself. Hey you, you killed ten people, you are going to hell…oh wait, I see: it was for God, well, very well then...come on in. And you over there, what have you done, oh steal...well that’s not so bad, come on in…Oh, I see, well that is against your religion, Ok then, you are going to hell. Have a good time, you stupid bastard. How about you…oh I see, you have never done anything wrong. Come on it, oh I see...you believe in no heaven or no hell, you believe in fertilizer and trees. Well, you can be fertilizer for all of eternity, have at it. And you, you want pearly gates and stupid questions, here you go...and you a light, with a tunnel, well its all yours my friend. And you, reincarnation, have at it, and you yogi. Eternal oneness, have it. And you, you stupid druggie, what do you want, a never-ending joint that never goes out. Here you are, you should meet Jesus, he has started a smoking group off of 1st St., on the corner by the 4-20 store. It is supposed to be a rather wonderful club."

"..." The souls of the earth sat silently, awaiting the arrival of death.