I’m not afraid of death, philosopher. There are worse things than death. Should I be afraid … for my immortal soul? For karmic retribution?
Should I try and be good. Should I, philosopher? Do I convince you, philosopher? What kind of person am I, philosopher?
I should be judged. Someone should sit in judgement upon me. I don’t deserve … this. That’s what I‘m sure of.
Come on, we know what goodness is. We know the good people are. We know how we’re supposed to live.
There’s some other way to live, isn’t there? We don’t have to be who we are. We don’t have to be this. There’s another life. Another way of living our lives. Isn’t there?
Work in Progress 