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When tomorrow starts, I will be reborn. The

  • When tomorrow starts, I will be reborn. The blue-LED, electric alarm clock on my dark-oak nightstand flashes 11:56 PM. Four minutes until midnight. Four minutes and counting.
  • I can feel the moonlight seep into my skin. Its white, glowing countenance envelopes me as I lay, waiting. Two minutes until midnight now. It's coming.
  • The Rapture. Finally, the time had come to be taken into the light.
  • But I kept bouncing off the light and could not go into it. Suddenly, I realized I am actually a moth ... and I cannot stop wanting to into the light! Darnit!
  • So, I just hovered and stared at the yellow-happy glow of the porch light, it made me think of simpler times, when I was a young larva learning all the tools of moth-dom.
  • I felt aimless,devoid of all knowledge of Truth.I had done what I thought I was to do:I went toward the light. Bumping my head and wings against the lightbulb reinforced my atheism
  • and I broke free from the religious control over my life. I decided to enrol at MIT in biomechanics and make a real difference to peoples lives rather than
  • just sneer at them when they are not looking. But at MIT I had real problems. My legs would not function in the hallways. I had to roll to class, or drag myself with my arms. The d
  • downside of having to transport myself this way was how disgustingly filthy my clothes got. Didn't help that I kept trying to eat via osmosis, but
  • I did impress the semi-permeable membrane next door. I threw my clothes into the wash and went over to say hello to her. She didn't speak to me because she was a membrane, I guess.

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