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9:20 AM
It is absolutely ridiculous to dream of your own death and then wake up to go about your day.
Not as if it was a surprise - since the same pneumonia nearly killed me here - but at least that heart attack on a bench was somewhat quick, and the last thing I saw was my wife and daughter, shopping in the distance. I knew I was going to die, I made peace with the end of my life and all that happened during. When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. And now, the twilight of my life, this understanding has passed into contentment was what I told Sofia, in my last letter to her.
The letter was with me when I woke up. So was a skeleton, but interestingly, it was not my skeleton - that would be even weirder, no? But for awhile, after escaping my own execution, I had spent so much time tracking down these keys to open the library of the legendary Assassin Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad - it was a race to get there before the Templars did, since we all believed that library was bursting with secrets. But inside there were no books, just Altaïr's skeleton. And another Apple of Eden, hidden, but I refused to take it. It would only bring about more suffering, more hardships - and I had seen enough. It was then I left behind my sword and my Hidden Blade. I left behind my life as an Assassin.
Certamente, none of that helps in deciding what to do about a skeleton now, but - that phrase 'skeletons in the closet' has more literal meaning.
Not as if it was a surprise - since the same pneumonia nearly killed me here - but at least that heart attack on a bench was somewhat quick, and the last thing I saw was my wife and daughter, shopping in the distance. I knew I was going to die, I made peace with the end of my life and all that happened during. When I was a young man, I had liberty, but I did not see it. I had time, but I did not know it. And I had love, but I did not feel it. Many decades would pass before I understood the meaning of all three. And now, the twilight of my life, this understanding has passed into contentment was what I told Sofia, in my last letter to her.
The letter was with me when I woke up. So was a skeleton, but interestingly, it was not my skeleton - that would be even weirder, no? But for awhile, after escaping my own execution, I had spent so much time tracking down these keys to open the library of the legendary Assassin Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad - it was a race to get there before the Templars did, since we all believed that library was bursting with secrets. But inside there were no books, just Altaïr's skeleton. And another Apple of Eden, hidden, but I refused to take it. It would only bring about more suffering, more hardships - and I had seen enough. It was then I left behind my sword and my Hidden Blade. I left behind my life as an Assassin.
Certamente, none of that helps in deciding what to do about a skeleton now, but - that phrase 'skeletons in the closet' has more literal meaning.