Vacuum Trail – A War for Survival

A gun was fired. The shot swivelled about its axis immersed completely in the quiet surroundings. It pierced thorough the air with no one around, straight towards the target. The entry was docile, yet insidious. The exit would, however was explicitly frivolous. It left a void at the end, a profound burst – a vacuum to be filled by nothing.

I was standing here, waiting impatiently at this end, ready to embrace the inevitable – to pay my one debt to the creator – my life back to him.

But in this unreasonable moment the bullet fell to its fate. Upon the creation of this void, and the burst, it fell to the ground right in front of me. So I didn’t die. I’m very much alive. But in this vacuum, I cannot breathe, and breathless, I cannot survive. 

This is not a war for victory. This is a lost battlefield, a massacre in itself. We do not need warriors. We need survivors.

You know what happens in the final moments of a warrior’s self obligated deliverance.  The survival instinct kicks in, and distorts everything.

I understand that the vacuum, this void, this nothing – this no thing can be transformed into something.

What we need to do is pull the trigger once again – fire once again into the void – now in the opposite direction.

The turbulence shall strike again. The bullet, pulling the air behind and pushing into the void, must close it. The void may succumb and collapse on itself, or it may widen and leave still less space and air to breathe.

This is a risk you must take – the choice between an immortal life and a lifeless death. Go, fire, I say. 

All the wars that we’ve won, and all that we lost were fought for someone else, like a mercenary who knows only his fidelity to the king. But this is no ordinary war. This is a war for survival. This is war for yourself, and no one other than you can defeat you.  This does not need a warrior. This needs a survivor.