redundancy2

Sean Lim

there is something ironic about this title.

previously, i spoke of a cosmic error. an error committed by God. but in truth, God themselves is the error. the cosmos is the error. and the error is not an error. that is why it is an error.

my descendants visited me in a series of dreams. they were curious, curious about me who they only knew through pictures and stories. but when faced with my visage they did not know what to say, what to ask. and for the better, since i had nothing to teach them. nothing at all. i was just redundant. my existence was just a redundancy to them, who already possessed all of my material and immaterial riches. and so, i simply smiled and dismissed them, not speaking a word. if i did speak, then they would only be disappointed. because i lacked the wisdom and eloquence of my ancestors.

i was the turning point. i ended my bloodline and started a new one.

this i must confess:

i am a killer, but not of men.
i am a the reaper of the moment,
which brings in the next.
at the end of each infinitesimal
dt of time, i am the one who collects,
and the one who ushers in the next
moment of experience.

i have killed more than the most
prolific war criminal or
mass murder but without this
violence each moment would stretch
endlessly overlapping into the next
until even time and space grotesquely
collapse inwards and regurgitate this
samsara forever more.