The Egg by Andy Weir.
Galactanet / Andy Weir, 2009.
“You were on your way home when you died.”
An individual finds themself in a very disorienting existence, addressed by what at first seems a disembodied voice. Questions and enigmatic answers ensue as the individual tries to get a handle on what has just happened and what may happen next.
The Egg is very short story that has the potential to realign one’s perspective on our likely significance as individuals – granted, it may be only a little bit and only for a little while – but it’s nevertheless worth trying out.
And don’t worry if you’re not religious – I’m not – as it may yet help you catch a glimpse of something quintessential about yourself.
A five-minute free read here: https://galactanet.com/oneoff/theegg_mod.html
I read this in anticipation of attending what turned out to be a superb performance of The Egg, an engaging (and tonal!) one-act cantata composed by Tomos Owen Jones. Based on Andy Weir’s text it was given its second ever performance at this year’s Crickhowell Music Festival, in early May, by a pair of singers and seven-strong chamber ensemble.
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