An Intellection On The Post Mechanics Of Death

HADES: The alabaster streets are terribly empty, bare, and absent of any life or moving form. "Hello? Where is everybody?" I speak, but the emptiness makes my voice even that much more alone. How can this be? Everyone dies, I surmise, don't we all return back home to take up again the art of eternity? Where is everyone hiding? Billions of years! The cycle of to and fro, mortal schools of thought and reflections, to live anew, die, and come back alive. This cycle was not about to change now! Where the hell was everyone at? All of us have been doing this same exact thing for forever! Was it not just yesterday that we all arrived here from the Center of All Things? Was it not just yesterday we arrived here to established a new home from our eternal parents? Did not God, the Father, the Mother of us all, Thee All Knowing Supermassive Black Hole Being at the Center of All Things demand EXPANSION? Something was terribly wrong... "Hello!" I repeat over and over again, running wildly through the empty white streets. "Anyone, please!" I leave not a single corner unexplored, no building was left unsearched. The great coliseums of government were stripped clean, not even a crumb was left to weep over. Years, ancient, long count calendar years, escape my tireless search. I am consumed, until the end...when it becomes more than apparent that I must not, cannot, stay here. There is a world where the sentient beings experience love and find their mates by a single touch of their left hands. Embedded in their left hands is a cortex extension of their cerebral nervous system. It extends down through the left arm into their palm and is completely inert until such time that they touch their DNA match for procreation. The left hands then entwine on contact with their cellular mates and they are then connected and inseparable for the space of two years, two months, and two days. While they share genetic information for child birth, which comes at the end of this incubation cycle, they work together, live together, and share every waking moment as inseparable Siamese partners. In the beginning, this union proved quite prolific and they spread across twenty three planets and five star systems numbering in the trillions before finding a mate turned into an extremely rare event. Pilgrimages consisting of millions of souls met just to touch left hands, and those that touched and successfully entwined were celebrated as celebrities, their unions publicly displayed for all to see on their rich and extravagant media platforms, their lives to be then followed in rapt series for all to watch and woo over for the next two years, two months, and two days. The children of these unions were often swept away. Parenting was the job of their entire species, and it was very rare to have parents stay together after birth to raise their children to adulthood. In fact, it was inherently difficult to stay with your mate after the connection was gone, for the body demanded a single motion to move on and find another match. Gordon McWhorter takes us down another rabbit hole with An Intellection on the Post Mechanics of Death and sends his readers beyond the physical world to what limitlessly awaits us all at the doors of the afterlife. Death is a Sci Fi Novel!

• | Author: Gordon McWhorter
• | Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
• | Publication Date: Jul 27, 2016
• | Number of Pages: 252 pages
• | Language: English
• | Binding: Paperback
• | ISBN-10: 1535560541
• | ISBN-13: 9781535560542