The Least Common Denominator

XXVII.I Parabola

The world between the living and the dead had always been some sort of myth to me. Until I actually died the first time and saw that endless expanse of darkness and non-space, I always thought that nothing was waiting for humanity after we've perished from our own scientific hubris and lack of fucks for the future generation. I mean, sure, I was born and raised in a religious family complete with spending a lot of hours being a regular choir member, but despite the constant preachings and hours upon hours of sitting through sermons, the conflicting ideas in the scriptures were simply far too glaring for me to ignore to the point that I was essentially agnostic in all but name. It was kind of scary, having the vast majority of your family and immediate social circle be religious. The moment they realized that I wasn't really a believer anymore, I was pretty sure that they'd ship me to the nearest minister to give me a good talking to.