Corpsing, test draft
Hello, hello. I’ll be working on a new writing project called Corpsing. I’m still figuring things out, and I’m not even nearly done to start writing the actual book. However, today, I’ve worked on a first test draft for the introduction. Hope you can enjoy.
Content warning: religion.
00. Fate, Heaven and Hell
People are attached to faith.
Or a better way to put it would be: people are attached to hope, one way or another, no matter how desperate they are. Either that, or they’re dead. That’s what history has seemed to suggest in my eyes, anyway. They call it philosophy, religion or culture, or sometimes they try to stand out, so they go for a different label.
Standing out might sound too pejorative, though, does it? I don’t have anything against labels. They often come as a relief. Words and art are important. They’re fragments of humanity, of a daily witness.
People believe in something. They believe in human rights, they believe in peace, they believe in nature, they believe in money, they believe in justice, they believe in gods, for example. They wouldn’t need to believe if they weren’t challenged. Reinforcing their opinions, their ideology, their life, their identity; this is how they come to be known.
“God will save us all.”
These are words of a theist faith, of course. There is, without a doubt, according to them, someone up there, looking out for them. He’s male. He’s white. He wears a toga like in Ancient Rome. He has known pain. He is nothing, yet he is everything. He died and got born again. He loves everyone, but he will punish sinners. He is the final judge of their souls.
They pray. Some do every now and then, others do it frequently and regularly, up to several times a day. They will support everything, because God has chosen their life to be set this way. In the end, if they do good, if they keep on believing, if they make all the right choices, they will be saved. They will be taken to Heaven, whereas bad people will, justly, be taken to Hell, forever to be tortured for their crimes.
Demo dame. This is not true, they are wrong, they are deeply mistaken. I know it. I don’t believe, contrary to them, I simply know. And that is because I am God. I will correct your false narratives.
To say the truth, I don’t think I’m male, I’m not from this weird white social race either. I definitely don’t wear a toga. I understand the confusion, though. I used to wear a toga. But damn if that’s not out. Yeah, I might’ve known pain, but I haven’t suffered all the drama that’s told about me. I think I choke on my sushi once.
But I think the worse misconception is the one of fate, Heaven and Hell. Sure, Hell used to be ruled by Hades, Pluto, before it spiralled down with Lucifer taking over.
What people don’t realise is that it didn’t stop at that. I then went to Hell, kicked Lulu’s ass, reclaimed the place. It’s pretty chill, now. People hanging out after they died, discussing the good old times, being mad at what the youth is becoming. It’s not much different from living Earth, but it’s way less heated. We don’t have issues here, we mostly fight over what’ll be cooked for dindin.
What’s Heaven, then? Well, the garden where lotus flowers grow between the staircase and the memory lake. To put it simply, these flowers help me decide of the roles newborns will take on. A blue petal for a protagonist, a green petal for an antagonist, a purple petal for a sidekick, a pink petal for a love interest, an orange petal for a foil, yellow petals don’t matter much, and all of that tied by grey seeds for plot.
As the one and only God, when someone dies, if I’m averagely satisfied, they stay in Hell. If I’m not satisfied, they get to try again. If I’m amazingly satisfied, I’m keeping their memories temporarily bottled so that they can give a try to other roles.
But there’s a one-out-of-ten chance that the memory erasure will somewhat fail.