Vlad Bunea

Gals, Gods, Guns Vlad Bunea

Imagine that you cannot see the movements of planets, the flow of time, the colliding galaxies, the expansion of the universe, the evolution of species, your own transformation from pure infant to a militant adult, so certain of yourself, imagine that you feel and know only what your eyes, ears, skin, nose can put into your brain, imagine that you are never the same person, you are always changing, just like atoms are broken apart, so can you be broken apart and recombined, imagine that there is no past and no future, you are no different than star dust, which makes you exceptionally wonderful, when you die, you donate yourself back to the stars, literally, there are no gods and angels, it's just you and your imagination, not alone, not disregarded by nature, but trapped into the freedoms of your own mind, with the power to invent anything, choice and freewill, love and hatred, life and timelessness. This is what it means to be human. (from the story "Timelapse")