[A practice in Meditation, 555 words, Genre: Post Apocalyptic]
* Image courtesy of Dirk de Bruyn
When the human race comes to an end, through a plague or some form of geological disaster. Whether it be in outer space, a completely different planet or on Earth far off into the future. One day the human race will come to an end. Whether we like it or not. Whether it is the product of some madman committing mass genocide across multiple nationalities, or some idiot accidentally pressing the wrong button or making a miscalculation. One day, the human race will end. Can you imagine what it would be like… To be that last person. To be the last one alive without any hope of rejuvenating the human race what-so-ever. Of course it would be pretty lonely to be the last one left. But have you ever truly contemplated those ramifications of being the last one left?
Civilization no longer existed, rain was a constant flood of water coming down on the Earth’s surface. And X was the last one left. Everyone else was dead. A mysterious plague had come and wiped out the entirety of Earth’s inhabitants and X was the last one left. He didn’t know what to do. Civilization had been decimated in its capacity. Buildings had been laid flat in mass panic. And now X walked alongside a river. Completely traumatized by the entire experience, every time that he thought about what was happening around him, he didn’t know what was happening. Being the last male, there was no female womb available in which to reproduce. Reproduce and recreate the human race and so he was looking for shelter. Shelter in one of the surrounding caves that lined the jungle habitat of the South-East Asian continent.
He had found himself wandering for years on end. Attempting to come to some form of reunion with someone else. Another survivor, another stray from whatever had happened. But he was distraught, he was the last one left. There were no others and for the first time as he walked beside that river he realized that.
There was a certain abandonment of hope when this became the full truth of his existence. And X had to seek shelter within a cave that lay in the surrounding landscape. He was struggling to come to grips with the situation.
He found a cave and sat within it. Beginning to meditate within the cave. He then visualized what he was experiencing. Being the last one left. The last human life. The last creature on Earth capable of a higher form of intelligence.
There will still insects and other forms of life inhabiting the cave floor. But he was the last creature that had a form of higher intelligence, the capability of self-awareness. And after him there would be nothing left. It was devastating. It was a moment of pure suffering that had been composed onto his mind’s eye.
Now, as a reader, what I am asking you to do is to visualize yourself as X. The last human alive. There is no future for yourself or the human race. Everything has come to an end. You are having difficulty finding reasons to go on. Imagine that, visualize that experience. Spend several minutes meditating on this experience and come into a new appreciation of all of the other people who you share inhabitance with in this world.