I was a frog of my lab

No, not a rat! I hate rats! I was a frog in my lab. A stuffy, puffy toy! I could not understand both love and life. I was as if a cow in a decline. I loved her more, but I hated wasting time on her. She was my bit at my lab. My wife has been my assistant all my life. She was speechless in my busy schedule. Her name was Amy, but she was more present in my heart than on any outside floor. I adored her more than the time I had to utter this. I was simply a frog in my lab who lived and slept there.

To be obvious, I would require some facts. Now, where had I kept my facts? Somewhere far from my shoes. My points were on a paper I took the printout of in a half-sleeping position. But raised enough to fall straight and sharp on the floor to be deep in sleep there. Ha!

Let me organise myself a bit before I introduce myself. Yes! Now I am ready. The facts say I have done PhD with a gold medal, and I have worked in this broken lab for the past 25 years of my settled life otherwise. Facts also prove that, intellectually, I am a strong man. No one knows me much except for my wife, who struggles to be with me at my lab. Worry is the cause of all the work. So, my wife worries about someone in this lab. Otherwise, why is she there in the first place? Remember, I am her only relative working in this lab. She may not be lying about that. She loves me truly. But this has yet to be experimentally proven by me. So, take a nap and return to me some other time for some proven facts about our relationship.

Time has a barrier superior to duration. That could be speed. I wow at the rate of time which flew, leaving me alone in old age. Ha! I sometimes obey facts. But I only sometimes look at them. I last had time last year to look at my wife. She is half sick and half with me at my lab. What do you say? Am I not a dedicated scientist to finding the death cure? Ha! Cure of death. It's an unachieved, unattended concept…so little is known about me or it. I am one of the most outstanding scientists of my time. Someone who will excel beyond time. I say no to fame. I want to live, not die, and be known for my identity.

Life begins with mercy on self. But one ends ruthlessly ending oneself. My wife doesn't understand my concepts. She thinks I am planning to be an ever-lasting ghost in my lab. Therefore, I hate others who boycott the principles of my research without understanding them. I have no home contradicting me. I have no wife for no better half of my studies. Giving value to my research, my concepts were simple, but the world began to fail me. So, I am here all alone. No kids. No matter if it's even my wife. How hard am I? It's a stone here in my heart. If possible, I will live as a ghost forever on Earth, but I will not die. I am not going to die. I am not going to die.

Wake up, world. I am asleep, but never. My thirst for knowledge has revealed to me the greatest secrets of life. For example, I know how dreams originate when I am still awake. How they but get emphasised only when asleep. But I tell you, I am mad for more power. I, the intellectual one, want to live at the expense of any worth. My wife compares my will to live to a life of ghosts. So be me. But I am not born to die on Earth. I am not paid to die on Earth. I am born on Earth but not to die.

How can you kill my will to live to confirm me dead? No, God did not create death. Facts in many religions agree with me. I am conversant with myself. I know you would like to learn more about me. So, I will present myself as a white Christian who believes that if Jesus guarantees eternal life, how can the bible confirm death by following church rituals?

But to my surprise, each one who is alive is so due to some strong reason called purpose. The purpose thus gets unfulfilled with each death. Eternal death means some reason behind living longer or longer still. Is my wife, right? Is being a ghost the only known way to live forever? Then I will live that way, that style, that challenges me but doesn't abstain me from my addiction to research for perfection attainment. I want nothing less. I like the whole thing that I am searching for. The entirety speaks to my soul. I will obey what scores high. What is life? Its attainment of eternal life. Why don't people see me as hope? Why do they have to over-emphasise the word mad on me? My wife thinks the same, though I never allowed her to express what was within her. I love her truly, but believe me, my life is dedicated to the cure of death, not romance. Love, at first sight, cannot upset my targeted focus on death cure.

I am not ugly, neither was I ever. But really, beauty, I want the world to see me being alive because that's the fact. Rehearsing life. Storming up and down. I will invent many a formula in my search for real eternal life, just what Jesus promised me as a Christian. The other concepts of the bible need not be taught nor preached. I am creating a way from earth to God's planet. A cause which my future generations will cherish in me. A significant breakthrough within. A reason that appeals more than any other single or combined thing.