_Vision_ — Narrative Story

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Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. This, naturally, is nothing more than a fairly obvious logical conclusion to come to, considering that he physically could not be prepared. Then, however, a more theological debate arises: the question of consciousness. Can a soul, in unconscious form, be prepared for what we consider reality? Can a soul even be conscious, or is such a thing in reality a pure form of information—a Logos, of sorts—which then defines our artificial perception of consciousness, in itself paradoxical? Would that mean that this form of consciousness is unconscious information: what we can only comprehend as movement, as trade? Is that indeed what Marx struggled with, for so many years: the roots, the nature, and lastly the doom or, in a more optimistic nature, evolution of trade?

However, if, in some other-worldly scenario, he could have been prepared; yes, then he might have reacted differently—but crying is fairly common for newborn babies.

So, metamorphosing theology into practical terms, if prepared—which is, as previously established, not possible—he would simply see. From a more naturalistic perspective, he would not have been prepared, and could not have been, for what he saw: light.

This, with the doubt of intelligence thinking itself unreal and foolish (as well as thinking in the third person), moved through the child’s brain. He did not, in fact, cry, even though he thought this was a given necessity of birth. He also did not question this increased philosophical capacity, considering his age (a humble few minutes), as he thought of it—almost entirely subconsciously (if his consciousness was indeed God’s consciousness, or, alternatively, if his theological conclusions were false)—as merely temporary.

Far above, Irrationality viewed these thoughts, as calm observes chaos, a solivagant among machines, endlessly circling, repeating, identical. This one had perhaps at some earlier time read Phillip K. Dick’s VALIS.


I wrote this for English Class in 9th Grade, over the span of two lessons. I had to follow a prompt: using the sentence “nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.”