Jack couldn’t remember a time when the wind’s icy breath had bitten into his skin with such ferocity and spite.
He found himself on a mountain top, and down there, people probably assumed he is dead. Or maybe he is being presumptuous….
It was time to assess the impact he made during his lifetime. Does anybody care enough to miss him, or launch a search?
He is closest to gods than he has ever been. The sky, sun, moon and stars would perhaps see through his lies. Yes, the belief that he is the supremo and the whole world is bound to follow his rules is cracking up.
He is at his own mercy. The choice is either to accept all that he has done wrong and find a way to the world he knows, or trace out a path to Heaven.
Nirvana lay on both sides. So, it was not a very hard choice.
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