He layed there in his pathetic, unspeakable state. The darkness that had grown stronger with each passing day of his miserable life had finally overcome him almost completely, causing him to feel nothing at all. As he lay there, he heard a slight noise, more like a whimpering voice, mostly unintelligble to him, but clearly a sound of someone’s pain and distress, strange but deeply familiar, very close but still far away. As persistent and nagging as it was, the voice caused him to feel aggitated, which was at least something compared to the nothingness that he had become accostemed to feel, especially after getting what he wanted. The relentless voice, increasingly sounding like a muzzled cry for help, continued to the point that he actually felt troubled enough to finally ask, “Who are you?”. He thought he heard an answer, but it was not clear. He asked again louder, and listened even more carefully. Still, all he heard was a muffled voice. Now very disturbed, he asked once more, “Who are you?”, this time with utter concern and sincerity. And then, he heard it said back to him in unmistakable, crystal clear, and loud speech: “Listen well as I do not know if you will give me the opportunity to speak to you once more, or at which point you might cut me off as you do habitually. Listen carefully, please. I am the essence of your existence. Although you have not been conscientious, I am the whole reason for your consciousness. Indeed, without me you are not really conscious at all, but in a deep sleep. I am the real purpose of your ability to articulate. Without me, what you articulate is but folly. When you hear other noises, I represent the only voice that is ever worth listening to. I am your ever ready guide when you are lost, if you but call on me. I am your light in the darkness, if only you reach out to take hold of me. Only I am ever worth obeying. I have always been here for you, but you went to no end to ignore me and block me out, turning away from me at every opportunity, so that my cries became like whispers. For too long, you insisted on silencing me. Although I have been here for you before you even saw the light of day, you have now nearly killed me in your wreckless pursuit of other things. And now you find yourself in your current state, covered by clouds of darkness. I am you. Yes, I am no other than you, although you may not recognize me. You have lost touch with me in a serious way. Again, let me remind you, I am you before you came to be more than one entity, more than one personality. I am you before your blemishes, before your ugliness, before your confusion, before your anger and your sense of desparation, and before your hardened emptiness gradually set in, which up until now has defined your entire being. Let me be clear, without me there is really no you worth anything at all, just a form of something odd and decaying, and ultimately dead and meaningless. Indeed, without me you are a form with no substance, and with no end but an all encompassing lifeless abyss. Listen to me, please: I am your conscience. I am your soul. I am your humanity. I am your honor, and your protection through time. I am from God, the Creator. To neglect me alone, is to cause ruin to me, and the earth, and all of its inhabitants. Now that you've paused to give me some thought, before its too late, before you cannot be saved, please decide what will it be? Will you help me to live or to die? Do you not wish to be as one again, like the day you were born into this world: congruent, whole and pure from head to toe?” The speech, which seemed to last a blink of his eye, had ended there. But suddenly, he burst into tears. He was crying uncontrollably, warm tears streaming down his face like a flowing river, soaking his chest. Overcome by the realization that he had spent his days and nights wronging multitudes, but really no one more greatly than his own self, he yelled out “I turn to You, so forgive me. No one can save me, but You.” With his bellowing, he cried like a baby, as though he was coming into the world fresh all over again; at the same time he felt a sense of relief, like a heavy old burden had finally been removed. He had become truly conscientcious in that moment. And light began to peirce through the darkness.
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