imagination is a powerful tool, it constructs everything we perceive.
imagine running, fast, you are running very fast, as fast as you can imagine within the bounds of plausibility. sweat forms a thick slime between your skin and the clothes you wear, each breath is a cycle of motion forwards and away from, a rhythm unconsciously tuned into the reptile aspect of the brain. this run is attached to survival, you run as though there is no other choice, each leg thrusts before you alternatively, each foot propelling itself from gravity, each arm a driving piston pumping. your eyes focused forwards upon hyper reality, colours enhanced and vivid like a dream like state, more real than real, this is life. your teeth bite down, gritted together, and there's pain, searing pain, the pain is everywhere, it starts in the gut but works its way through the flesh, through the nerves to the extremities where it leaks out through the pores in pheromone frenzy. you are alive. you have never felt more alive.
death is certain, it follows you like a electron orbits the nucleus, you know it is there behind you, over your shoulder, upon your heels. you know it is relentless, it does not cease, it does not falter, it does not distinguish or discriminate, when your number is up baby, it is up. if there were time for contemplation you may come to the conclusion that the only choice is to turn around and look death in the eye and laugh at it as it claims you but this is unthinkable now so you run, ever faster and faster, without looking back. then in that slow motion close up, as the camera sees your face, unshaven, the white uniform maintenance of well groomed teeth clenched together, the look of terror in your eye, the hint of forbidden knowledge because you can smell death upon you, getting closer and closer and as blood flows from the heart directed and distributed by millions of years evolution it suddenly stops. you may find your hands momentarily clutch at your chest. death proclaims 'may god have mercy upon your soul.'
and then you may just find the body gives up and gravity take over, you may have enough time to whisper some last words. they escape your lips like a soft whisper carried upon your last breath.
'why not? after all it belongs to him.'