progression, leading to an ultimate state of nothing. nothing to feel, nothing to be. nothing left to become. how to progress from here? there is none, so all there is to do is regress. throw back the blanket of a frozen emptiness that has shrouded the mind like a cerement. and go back to sorrow, for at least there were escapes from it. there was a rest of happiness. now there is just nothing.
a barren wasteland becomes the landscape of the mind. darker than night, emptier than the desert. a once strong emotion becomes a flickering shadow in the distance, nothing left of it to feel but shards. is this what the human mind was meant to progress to? an inhuman emptiness? or was it just meant for the minds of the lost, the suicidals, the sorrowful who knew no other life?
and what of the point in time when they got there and realised it wasn’t all they wanted? that they had gotten rid of sorrow and depression for a far greater cost: emotion. that emotion was ne’er to return to them, and they wanted to go back to the feeling of sorrow, for they realised they weren’t always in so deep a bleak depression, but there were periods when they smiled and where happy.
but what if they can’t regress? what of the mind that has progressed so deeply into this state of nothing that it has no hope of ever going back? what does one do then? live like so, with no emotion? simple torment would be a blissful emotion after so long of feeling nothing to them. sorrow, love, and heartbreak? a miracle. but the cerement has fallen upon them, to rest forever, and nothing became everything.