I'm walking. I've been walking for quite some time. I don't really know how long I've been walking for, it seems like it has been a long time, many moons have overlooked my seemingly aimless travels. I don't know if I ever stop walking, I know I stop to rest and take in sustenance, but I always wake up somewhere different. Do I walk in my sleep or am I still asleep, is there any way of telling?

Maybe I keep walking because I don't like change or is it because I have no where to go and nothing to do when I get there? I've been walking for quite some time, I don't like change.

I'm of the opinion that most people don't like change. They argue and lament about things in the past but do nothing to change them. The rich lead the poor in endless circles of stupidity. People complain about things they bring about themselves. I have no time for complaints, only walking. I don't like change.

It's getting dark, I don't like the dark. Too many things can change around me without me knowing it. I think nature is out to get me. Can nature perform subternatural events? Are the trees spying on me? Has that bird been following me all this time? Where am I? Who am I? I think I'm lost, off the beaten track, something is wrong, I don't like change.

The trees are gone, as is the bird. I'm walking again. The sun is out. In every direction I walk I see people. All kinds of people of different races, upbringing and wealth. Yet all these people have something to complain about. I once contemplated returning to civilization, returning to live with these people, returning to an unsatisfying life, with plenty to complain about, most brought about by myself. But then I thought better of it. I'm not like most people, I don't dwell in the past, I don't complain about the idiocy of others, or the ignorance of the powerful. I don't like change.

I've been thinking, I have a lot of time for thought – vivid mental activity. Someone once said, “Thought as well as action wearies us” and this got me to thinking, how many people truly stop and think? At an early age we are taught to think: What is 2 + 2? Thinking .... 4. What is the capitol of England? Thinking .... London. But at what age do people stop thinking? In today's Techno-Age, we have computers to think for us, questions no longer need thought to be answered, its all there for us to grab and our brains have no need to compute. The powers that govern us no longer seem to think. Would life be that much more desirable to me if thought were equal to action? Where “instincts” are less relied on than facts? I must stop dreaming, it'll never happen. Nobody likes change.

I think quite some time has passed. I have no real way of finding out. No computers where I am. Countless Days. Countless Hours. Countless Minutes. Am I still alive? Is this heaven? Nothing to do but think. More would be solved if other variables weren't involved. What if an hour a day was devoted to honest thought? Would war be avoided? Would world hunger be solved? Would I still be here? I doubt it, involves too much change.

My world is less vivid. Colours are blending. Black and white ensues. I'm walking still, down a gravel path of solid grey, texture void; flat, straight and narrow. There is a light ahead of me.

I keep walking. There is nothing to my left or to my right, I don't dare look behind, the light might disappear. The light is comforting, soothing – a pleasant change from shades of grey. The light sparkles with flecks of colour. Blue, now red, gold and green. I begin to feel as if the light is where I belong. A land of thought outweighing action, a land where people like me belong. The light is a most welcome change. I will embrace it when I get there.

The light is getting nearer, but at no great speed. The light is giving me time to think, to think about my future. Does it lie within the light? Or with humanity, trapped in a world where thought is second to blind, greedy action?

I've made my decision. It is time for a change. I invite the light to take me in. I wish to be part of the light, to think then act when necessary. I'm not like most people, I embrace thought and act to change.

It's 2026. Part 1.

“I'm sorry it has come to this Mrs Smith” said Dr. Gupta, a slightly weird looking man, with a slightly weird look on his face. A cross between bitter sadness and drunken lucidity. Dr Gupta continued, “In 20 years, medicinal science has improved greatly, but alas, your husband continues to baffle.”

Mrs Smith, a slightly large but attractive woman is sitting in a cheap plastic chair in a private hospital room. A tall, dark haired, fair skinned man is lying on a bed, wires extending from his body into machines that make no sound. Mrs Smith through tear stained eyes asks, “Dr, are you saying there is no hope?”

“I'm afraid not. Too much time has passed. These is only one action that is morally and technically possible. And, if you allow me to be so frank, that action is to pull the plug”. Dr Gupta is trying to hide the weird look on his face and in the process of doing so he forgets to be polite, promptly adding “I'm sorry”.

Mrs Smith doesn't say or do anything for what seems like a century. She has come to terms with her loss before now, but has always secretly feared this eventuality. She takes a deep breath, “OK, Dr Gupta, if you say there is no other way, lets do it”.

“I assure you Mrs Smith, if there were any other action we could possibly take, I would have suggested it, but, there is not.”

And with this, Dr Gupta does indeed pull the plug. There used to be more exciting ways to conduct euthanasia, secret plots of pitying, loving death. Now it is a formal procedure. After the plug has very much been pulled, Dr Gupta behind a sly smile, one he attempts to dress in drag as a sad pout, says “He is gone. Would you like some time alone?”

“After 20 years, I've said all I need to say. Thank you Doctor” and Mrs Smith leaves, leaving a faint trail of tears behind her, never to return.

It's 2026. Part 2.

The light is but 100 meters away. I can hear a faint murmuring, voices. But I can't make out what they're saying, nor do I care, the light is less than 50 meters away.

I've spent much thought on what lies within the light. I have no way of telling until I enter, but I know it will be wonderful.

I'm standing in the presence of thought incarnate. I now know I made the right choice of change, within the light lies deeper thought, a meaning to all that has passed. It's time to enter, It's time for change.

I step into the light at the sound of a click.

The Light

“You name is John Paul Smith IV”

“You spent most of your life unsatisfied and feeling empty. You found things to fill pieces of the void. You found music. You found literature. You found love. But none of these things truly filled your void. Do you agree?”

John is a tall, dark haired, fair skinned man and he has just entered the light in search of deeper thought. “Errr....If you say so” says John, since entering the light he has become somewhat overwhelmed by thought.

“20 years ago, John, you were hit by a truck whilst ordering dinner on your mobile phone. 20 years ago, John, you were put into a coma”

“For 20 years, John, you have walked the length and breadth of your mind for the answers you seek. But your link to the outside world had not been fully severed. The umbilical cord has finally been cut. You are free to find the answers you seek. You will find them here.”

And with that, John Paul Smith IV is sent on his way. No longer worried about the idiots in power or the people that complain about what they created. John now has time to think, uninterrupted by an outside world, he truly begins to understand what life is about and at that, he finds life in death.