A Doctrine of Eternalism.

Oh! I exist! Like a blight on the tree of death, I live on! I feed on that death-- that death that will never have me. I am Eternal. Like a snake that swallows his own tail deeper and deeper until he's swallowed his neck, the back of his own head, and is swallowing his tail again. An Eternal cycle of extremes, opposites and sameness. I eat the atoms that were of molecules I shat in my last life. I bleed the blood that is drunk by the progenitor of my next life. I cycle back upon my self--The Eternal-- the entity that I am lives on. No! There was no original spontaneous generation... I arose from the dust of the collapse of a long dead universe in which I lived. I always have always will. I then-am, was-will be!

"It must truly be a blessing," said the little boy, "to be eternal; to know the certainty of tomorrow, and the day after." But I also know as a fact yesterday and the day before. The giant redwoods die quickly around me as I experience over and over the thing that is life: an existence unfettered by that brittle tree death. The myriads of lives I have lived, seen backwards, are enough to bewilder the most feeble and to completely destroy the strongest of minds.

Do not listen to my stories. You are right when you think that they have no relevance to our dull transitory lives. Yes, if I were like you, I, too, would be afraid of that death tree. But I have a chain saw and a Troy-Bilt chipper/shredder... and that tree is too old to put up much of a fight (like any young sap-filled tree would). It shatters under the experience of my magnitude. For me, the tree of death has died.

Silly mortals. Why can't you learn how to outlive that death? Why is the simplest thing to hold on to, your foremost possession, so easily taken from you? The simplest things of the universe confuse you. Not me. I am eternal. That which never-was never-will-be, but always is.