The Searcher 1

I am a person. I have lived my life for pleasure. I have drunk every wine. I have done every drug. I have had sex with men and women. I thought that that was life was all about. It isn't. That's the beginning of life, but not its meaning. 

I feel dry, almost dead. Life bores me. Sex disgusts me. The billionaire raving about his achievements especially bores me. I must begin something new. I must begin the search.

I am in the desert. Sand is all around me. The sun is beating down on me crazily. My throat is dry. My stomach is growling. All I know is that I am missing something. What am I missing? I have no meaning in life. All pleasure is fleeting. All life is fleeting. There is no source to life anymore. No ever-quenching water to drink. Nothing. The endless beating sun! My skin is cracking. I want to scream, but I am too weak. 

-You are suffering from an excess of pleasure. It's killing you.

Where is that voice? Where is it coming from? Who are you? 

Far into the desert, I see a tent. I have found something in the midst of nothingness. I try to run, but the sand is stopping me. I walk as fast as I can toward the tent. I go inside. It's so cool inside. How can it be so cool inside here? I can't see the killing sun anymore. I lie dow on a blanket and begin to snore. I am so sleepy. I need to sleep. I need to dream.