Dawn, Death, and Daylight

The little boy sat on the shore, his feet buried in the soft sand, watching the sun set like a turtle with its head receding into its shell. The last glow of light twinkled and he reached out his arms to capture them, but they flowed out from his fingers, then all the breath of life lost contact with him.

Darkness everywhere, he felt.

How can people believe so confidently that the sun will rise the next day? For the first time, a thought emerged from his young sweet heart. It was the thought of death - such a heavy, such a faraway thing for a 10-year-old child to think of.

He cried, he yelled, his parents comforted him, but no one could understand him. “Don’t think too much” they tell him, “The sun will rise for certain.”

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One day he will find out that the question is no longer a question and the question itself is meaningless.