0017 10202018 E

So there.
Is nothing.

All you cried. All this angles of existence that you thought sliced you, are not there.
All those tears now underneath on an underground current, or on a cloud pouring over a peaceful sea far away.

Gone.

All those sacrifices and bonfires, all that clutching and feasting of a past ever so terrible for you. For all. For no one in particular.

Not here.

Nonetheless, all your body is still there. All your mind also.
All that fire, all that anger, all that jazz.

Is nothing.
So then-

Fall as a cascade inside yourself time and time again, falling on your back from your chair, tumbling down ever so deep, time and time again, palms in your eyes, elbows on the air, deeper and deeper, time and time again, all fear, all courage: until that void where you keep falling becomes the vastness of universe again.

Then with the ever seeing eye alien to time and nature, tell me what you see.
I won't understand.
I'm not yet there.
So there.