On the long road, I finally submitted, I gave in and came back. Back to life, in a way, but also at the same time very near to a death, not as we know of it, though, indeed, we do know only very little.
Aside from various not very specific reports from people, who turned their lifes around, after having so-called near-death experiences. A weak heart is a weak heart and will stay a weak heart, is what I can say. Is all I can say.
But anyway, I came back, only in a different way. Steering the vehicle through hills and all, I had very distinguished notions of what was to come.
I saw green gardens and blue rivers, my hands deep in dirt-soil. And weeks of leisure.
I was not opinionated anymore, everything a distant past.
Nothing was very important there. Everything did not hurt anymore. I was able to breathe. I felt contented. But in the Gardens, we were supposed to fail ourselves, I can´t mention right now, what had happened there. But, so, I left. I came back, on the long road.
And when I woke, I found her, rummaging through her purse, she, posed on the passenger-seat, looking for her lipstick, not had she listened to a single word, that I had thought.
Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden And Why I Came Back
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