Itโs not about keeping up the population, itโs about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we donโt just end.
Isaac MarionBut we donโt remember those lives. We canโt read our diaries.โ โIt doesnโt matter. We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.โ โBut can we choose that?โ โI donโt know.โ โWeโre Dead. Can we really choose anything?โ โMaybe. If we want to bad enough.
Isaac MarionI think we crushed ourselves down over the centuries. Buried ourselves under greed and hate and whatever other sins we could find until our souls finally hit the rock bottom of the universe. And then they scraped a hole through it, into some ... darker place.
Isaac MarionI can no longer believe in any voodoo spell or laboratory virus. This is something deeper, darker. This comes from the cosmos, from the stars, or the unknown blackness behind them. The shadows in God's boarded-up basement.
Isaac MarionLast winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realised they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but itโs against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning.
Isaac Marion