Eternal Reality

What if it was possible? Wouldn’t it disregard the very concept of mortality? Even if the molecular structure and the scientific make-up of the specimen produced would differ, the memories of the human source would create an extraordinarily normal human being, with emotions and feelings of its own. If the materialization of the conscience of a human is possible, then would there be anything separating the real and the unreal? Would the specimen produced from someone’s living memory be called virtual and artificial? Considering that it had an emotional and spiritual existence of its own, would we, the greatest creation of the one whose existence shall always be based on faith rather than evidence, doubt the authenticity of a specimen so perfect and complete in itself?

The only thing that really mattered to him, though, was that he would be able to meet her again…and he believed that all their science, their morality, their empty talk would be vain then. Happiness would finally find him, and he would purify his soul by allowing the suppressed tears contained in all those precious but wasted years of his life to expose themselves in front of her…and he would remain there always, with his head in her lap, even if it meant never to go back to that world again which had been home from the time he had opened his eyes. But he could do without them. If his concepts of truth, morality and love were deemed insane and absurd, he didn’t blame them…after all they had never been capable enough to understand….it was his arrogance that had made him believe they could. But it didn’t matter to him now…he had not wasted a single moment in making that decision…it would be so futile for anyone to even attempt to change his mind.

Sometimes he thought that maybe they all might try to deprive him of the only joy he could have after going through so much in a single lifetime…

Would they see then what he saw now?