A very, very short story, "Faith vs. Knowledge"
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 5:51 pm
In that twilight between idol rest and pure, deep slumber I was awakened by a sudden and terrible impression; I was not alone.
My eyes opened as my heart leapt in my chest- adrenaline surged through my veins. Was it something from a vague impression that was not quite yet a dream? I felt a voice in my head that seemed alien. I felt a presence in my room,.
"I know you're there!" I shouted in a cracking voice, trying to sound bold and certain, though I was anything but certain, and feeling far from bold.
No sooner had I spoken when the thought entered my head, "No, you don't. You don't know anything is there."
I listened quietly, only silence. My eyes searched, but only blackness could be found. The pounding in my veins constricted my throat- I began to hear the ringing in my ears and feel my chest pounding, and in my mind I asked myself, "Why am I afraid?"
The answer came to my thoughts, "Because you believe that you sensed a presence."
"Ah," my mind retorted, "but you don't actually know that there is anything there?"
"Well, no," I answered myself silently, "I couldn't actually know something based solely on intuition. I would need to sense it in a physical way to actually know it. I would have to see it, or feel it, or hear it..."
"...and so now you know..." came the raspy voice from the dark...
My eyes opened as my heart leapt in my chest- adrenaline surged through my veins. Was it something from a vague impression that was not quite yet a dream? I felt a voice in my head that seemed alien. I felt a presence in my room,.
"I know you're there!" I shouted in a cracking voice, trying to sound bold and certain, though I was anything but certain, and feeling far from bold.
No sooner had I spoken when the thought entered my head, "No, you don't. You don't know anything is there."
I listened quietly, only silence. My eyes searched, but only blackness could be found. The pounding in my veins constricted my throat- I began to hear the ringing in my ears and feel my chest pounding, and in my mind I asked myself, "Why am I afraid?"
The answer came to my thoughts, "Because you believe that you sensed a presence."
"Ah," my mind retorted, "but you don't actually know that there is anything there?"
"Well, no," I answered myself silently, "I couldn't actually know something based solely on intuition. I would need to sense it in a physical way to actually know it. I would have to see it, or feel it, or hear it..."
"...and so now you know..." came the raspy voice from the dark...
