Me and Not Me

It has been six days now.
On this bed.

I don't feel anything;
not thirst
not hunger
not hot
not cold.

No pain
no pleasure
no fear
no anxiety.

Seems to be a nice atmosphere to ask the question:
Who am I?

I remember my life;
The joy
the sadness
the pleasure
the pain
the losses
the gains.

And the people I have known
adventures shared
the excitement
and boredom.

The things done
creative thoughts
destructive thoughts
things built
things torn down.

That's it. That is who I am.

What is this bright spark now leaving?
Oh! That is life.
Am I in that life?
Is that the vehicle for my leaving?

No. I am still here
watching it go.
I am not that spark
and neither am I in that spark.

I am right here in the sum of my life, my self.
On this bed.

What this is:
It is a story,
a retort if you will.

A response to Andy Weir's short story The Egg.
Which somehow has been elevated to the status of metaphysical theory.

It's a story; fiction; which he wrote to foster the idea that life is fair after all.

a reply to: FullHeathen

It sounds like you are not here lol! SF for being dead!

a reply to: JJproductions

Sugar crash.
Maybe not a good idea to eat a pound of Halloween candy.
It's Halloween Candy!!!
not your Everyday Ordinary Candy.

a reply to: FullHeathen

That sugar will do it! Lol nom nom nom