by efarmer » Thu 21 May 2009, 18:34:58
And so efarmer finally realized that this was it. Doom, cold, hard, undeniable, impossible to escape, doom. And as it enveloped him, he realized that it was not the doom, but the theorizing about the doom, the thought of enemies and idiots meeting the doom before he did, the thought that he had recognized doom first and was ignored, and the folks who simply lived their life as if there was not a certain tomorrow, and who were taken by doom like a moth in a flame, no emotional wailing and remonstrance, just a flit and a puff of moth smoke, and then, well, doom...
This made him realize, it is not the doom itself, for it is unemotional and impersonal, but it was the idea of doom, the heated doom arguments, and the smugness he had felt to have found doom approaching at a distance, and affording him time to wave his arms, to bleat and groan, and to soil himself as it got to arms length. Yes, it was all of those special things, that had made life worth living, and not doom itself, doom is simply where the light goes when you turn it off. Efarmer had a final moment, when he wished Platagenet and some of his other favorites from the forum where also there with him, not out of meanness or revenge, but just because he thought it would be great for all of them to know how their debates would end.