Last Moments

The line of debris begins with a broken ladder. Its twenty-two rungs lie scattered on the ground it was meant to surmount. But there never was the possibility of escape, so even the ladder whole was useless. Why do so many people try to escape, when they are just rushing deeper into their prison? Or worse? Why not curl up comfortably in a warm corner and wait for fate to fulfill itself at our expense? Why keep kicking if fate is immovable? You can't push it aside because it's already deeply embedded in your being. Surrender is the only successful action, and it too is fate's triumph. Still it will give you a moment or two to review the salient events you lived, as they rush passed your diminishing sight. We are promised that flash of memories that displays in an instant the whole life we trudged through for many years. They sweep over you and enter the abyss ahead of you. It is a final hope. Welcome it. And... let go....