Ghosts Don't Know

M Mark Heathcote Mark Heathcote
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Of course, ghosts don't know where they're headed; it's like-we-sleepwalking. Why they were somehow, waylaid look sees they just-don't-know why-they-were-even...born. Why they die. Why they were given a life. Ghosts don't even know that much about life they get up and go out about their ghostly business yes, it's a daily chore, but someone has got to do it. Yes, they go around feeling empty & neglected of course, ghosts don't know just why they also exist, any-differently from us, to them it's all-natural… To us… We call it supernatural, and to an atheist it's just another hazy drunken Saturday night in the wee small hours still snoozing on a market stall. Whilst desperately trying to make sense of nothing at all.

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