I have now confirmed, if my life's journey continues on its current path, where my soul will be crushed in to infinitesimally minute particles and scattered by the solar winds throughout the universe, never to be reunited for time immemorial.
It will be like an over-long freight train barrelling through a defunct railyard, scattering debris and flotsam to the farthest reaches its turbulent slipstream can muster. The final bit of my soul will be like a poorly placed penny on the tracks to be shot out like a bullet and lodged in a dark and dank corner to be lost forever; never to be found, never to be retrieved.
The hilarious part though? It will all be in the slowest of motions. Taking no less than a decade. Most likely that and one half as long. Even more hilarious? My personally expected natural life span will continue on for no less than seven more decades after that. Yup, I expect and plan a ridiculously long life.
Of course, there are those with pickaxes and blow-torches and the like, hacking and chipping away at my spirit. That is nothing. I can hear the bell chiming at the crossing. I can hear the whistle of the train blowing. They are painfully loud and drawn out. I even know their names, they start with a consonant and end with a consonant; one is a palindrome. Those are the only clues you get though. #;o[)>
I guess the Grim Reaper will surprised when she finally comes to collect. I will most likely be charged to wander this crumbling orb to the end of the cosmos's days. I might just change my name to Casca (this is a very obscure reference, by the way).
Meh, it could be worse.
Slime and wave!
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