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A few years ago, I sat on my bed, in the dark, for about 3 hours. I listened to my breath. I focused on emptiness.
A bright light suddenly engulfed me. It warmed me from the inside out. Everything tingled. Something happened.
It lasted less than a second. I haven't been back to that place since. I don't know if I'm afraid of finding out what the light will show, or if I'm afraid that I simply won't be able to find it again...
I've decayed. My mind has dulled. I've thought too much without ever really thinking of anything. I've grown too accustomed to just spitting out hypotheses without ever bothering to question what I really believed. I can tell you all the possibilities, but I can't give you an opinion, or my point of view. I simply don't have one anymore.
It's an empty feeling. Not so much uncertainty as apathy now. I'm lost, in the truest sense of the word, and as it tears me apart, I can't seem to care.
All of these thoughts, and yet I can't think...
A bright light suddenly engulfed me. It warmed me from the inside out. Everything tingled. Something happened.
It lasted less than a second. I haven't been back to that place since. I don't know if I'm afraid of finding out what the light will show, or if I'm afraid that I simply won't be able to find it again...
I've decayed. My mind has dulled. I've thought too much without ever really thinking of anything. I've grown too accustomed to just spitting out hypotheses without ever bothering to question what I really believed. I can tell you all the possibilities, but I can't give you an opinion, or my point of view. I simply don't have one anymore.
It's an empty feeling. Not so much uncertainty as apathy now. I'm lost, in the truest sense of the word, and as it tears me apart, I can't seem to care.
All of these thoughts, and yet I can't think...