Flicker

Imagine a stack of paper as high as the Empire State building. The thickness of one sheet of paper would be a life span of a human compared to eternity.

The fearful and fascinating definition of eternity has mesmerized me since I opened up an encyclopaedia and read it through as if it were a murder mystery. Whereas Western minds think of eternity as something measureless, Eastern shamanist religions define eternity as a measure of time like the year or the century. One eternity is defined as follows. A massive rock, as big as a mountain, is believed to sit at the end of the world. Once in every thousand years, an angel would descend to the Earth and touch the rock with one gentle sweep of her thinnest and softest silk dress. When the rock finally wears into nothing, one eternity would have passed.

Looking up the definition of eternity, I caught a glimpse of the possibility of the infinitesimal existence of an individual in the universe for the first time. The thought of being nothing but dust in the vast universe still makes me shudder. We live in a flicker.

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