Summary

The narrative describes a person's introspective journey while walking home on a rainy evening, encountering their past and future selves.

Abstract

The text is a reflective narrative of an individual's walk home on a rainy day, reminiscing about a familiar road from their childhood. The protagonist questions the reality of the road's existence, suggesting it may be a product of their imagination. As they walk in the rain, they experience a profound connection with their inner self, prompting existential questions about identity and the nature of consciousness. The protagonist engages in a dialogue with their neurons, consciousness, or a perceived higher entity, pondering the essence of selfhood across different stages of life. The journey takes a surreal turn when they encounter an old man and a boy who resemble them, leading to a moment of self-discovery and the realization that all versions of themselves are part of who they are.

Opinions

The protagonist believes that nothing is certain in the universe, hinting at a philosophical stance that embraces uncertainty.
There is a suggestion that the protagonist's perception of the road is a metaphor for the journey of life and self-awareness.
The protagonist initially doubts their sanity when hearing internal voices but comes to accept these voices as a part of their consciousness or a higher entity.
The narrative implies that the protagonist rejects adopting others' philosophies, preferring to create their own understanding of the world.
The protagonist experiences irritation at the persistent questioning by their own mind, indicating a struggle with self-reflection.
The protagonist feels a sense of familiarity and connection with the old man and the boy they encounter, suggesting a belief in the continuity of self across different life stages.
The protagonist's confidence in facing the old man and the boy signifies a willingness to confront and understand the complexities of their identity.

Let the Boy and the Old Man Come

It’s raining consciousness from above

Hey, slow down. Do you feel the same as me?

It’s a story of an evening when the rain hit the road, and I was returning home from the office. I was walking through the road, and it was a beautiful one with trees on both sides. I knew the road for a long time — since my childhood.

Do I know the road? Or is it just the development of my weird imagination? Because everyone says — there is no road like what I describe.

But every time I decide to walk through the road, I travel through my mind. This time, no difference.

Maybe there was no road. I don’t know for sure. I was walking and enjoying the serenity in the mild rain, the teardrops of the sky. Maybe there were some clouds or something else up there. Who knows?

Nothing is certain in this uncertain universe.

A few drops were falling on my face. Oh, I can feel it. The droplets traveled through eternity to land on my skin. Yes, it landed softly, gently on the smooth surface of my face.

If I concentrate on my feelings, I can feel it anytime I want.

While walking, at some point, I closed my eyes. Then I was heading with deliberate darkness.

The road was dark and empty — only me walking in the rain — no vehicle, no human being — nothing. I was soaking the environment, closing my eyes. Maybe I knew the road like the palm of my hand.

No worry, I said to myself, feel the smell that takes you back in time.

I was trying to connect to my childhood, but I didn’t see the other things coming. And that happened again. Oh, it bothers me every time with so many questions but no answers.

My neurons started singing, telling me continuously — who are you, young man? Who are you? Do you know who you are?

I can still hear the voice. And it sounds so familiar every time. Sometimes, I thought I am sick, and it’s a hallucination. But now I know it’s not.

It’s me talking to me or someone talking through my mind — a higher entity may be. Of course, I’m not sure.

Who can be so sure about anything in this complex universe? Don’t you think all we know about everything has different meanings somewhere else?

My neurons, or consciousness, or a higher entity continues:

You were a child, then with time you changed a lot — everything changed; your body, your mind, your thinking. You are not the same as you were before. And you’ll not be the same as you are now.

Oh, dear, tell me — which version of youself is the actual YOU?

I opened my eyes and see the road was still as dark as before. No lights there, why? I don’t know.

Is it a reflection of my own thinking? Am I creating everything out of wild imagination? Who is talking through me — my own consciousness? What does it want?

Yes, yes, I know — no one can swim the same river twice. I know a little philosophy, of course. But I am stubborn, I am. I create my own philosophy. I refuse to immerse myself in others’ thoughts.

Their philosophy is theirs —I create my own.

I am a free soul wandering in the wilderness. So, I requested my mind, or my neurons, or my thoughts, or the higher entity not to bother me with difficult questions.

But I know it comes every time with different shapes and forms to make me feel vulnerable. Maybe that’s why I like it deep inside. But that day, I was not in the mood.

I became irritated by that nonsense question.

I said I am me. I am here, at this very moment, that is all that matters. Don’t you see it?

I am walking through the same road again, or maybe through my own mind. I don’t know.

The road is dark, and nobody is there. A few teardrops of the sky are falling on my pensive face. My neurons are starting to whisper. Is it my neurons, or my consciousness, or a higher entity? I don’t know.

Wait, am I having a Déjà vu?

Hey, I see a man coming towards me from the opposite direction. He looks like me a bit. Are we the same?

I am surprised to see that he has the same curly hair as mine — same walking style — the same eyes — may be the same mind too. Who is he? I don’t know. But he seems old as his body trembling while walking.

Oh my god!

I see a boy following him. The boy is like dancing in the rain. Oh, they are so close. I can see both of them. So vivid, so clear.

They look like me. Exactly.

Hey, hiss! They are close. My neurons, or my mind, or a higher entity is asking me the same question again.

But now, I’m confident. Let the boy and the old man come. Today, we will figure out who we really are.

Thank you for reading.

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