Remembering

As a child, I was not blanketed with the comfort of the simplest socializing illusion, a belief in some God replete with existential purpose and explanation. When I closed my eyes at night, my conversations were with myself. I weighed my thoughts in human court. And on the night when I uncovered, or was capable of confronting, the question of mortality, and asked what my conscious being would become, my subconscious revealed the the punchline blank.