We were all standing in a line which lead up to a big cliff.
At the front of the line people would place all of their money and jewelery down, and then jump.
They would scream in horror as their bodies fell to a rocky shore below.
I stood in that line.
I watched people give all of themselves materially, then I saw them jump.
As I got closer to the top I tried to realize what was the purpose.
I tried to find an answer in that purpose.
Somewhere in my mind I knew it wasn't right.
When I was a few people from the front I asked the woman ahead of me.
"Why are you here?"
She looked up at the sky and said, "I don't know."
I watched as she took off her necklace and clothes.
Then plunged herself over the edge.
I heard her screams and knew she was dying for no reason.
So I turned around and stared at the people behind me.
Eager to be at the front of this line.
I was thinking, "should I be the first to go silently?"
Then I thought, "should I even go?"
No conclusion was met so I stepped out of line.
I bared myself of my belongings and walked away from the cliff.
"Where are you going?" someone shouted.
I stopped and looked at the line again.
I saw a woman holding a baby.
I saw an old man hanging on to a young man.
I realized there was more to life than this line.
There was more to life than dying.
I realized I wanted to live.
"I'm going" I said, "to get something to eat."
I resumed walking away.
Some pondered my action and followed.
Others flung themselves off of the cliff.
I walked until there was no line.
I walked until there were no more screams.
Then I sat,
and was hungry to live.
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