What if, in God’s ploy to protect us from the disenchantment of death, He saves us from the knowledge if we are actually dead or alive? What if we’ve been dead for some time now. And yet in our mind, we are still walking on the same street, still buried, ruminating on the same thoughts, still maintaining that one endless conversation with ourselves… While in reality, we’ve already been hit by a bus just a few minutes past?

What if we live in a world with no mirrors, with absolutely no way to see ourselves? How would we see ourselves? Would it matter then?

What if our lives are queued and we’re just echoes of the stars that we used to be before we caved in to the dark? Moreso, what if our queued lives are exact replicas of our present life? What if we never learn anything, not today, not tomorrow, not in our next lifetimes?