Is the lack of feelings also a real feeling? When something touches you in a way that leaves you or the vast emptyness? During a recent flight across the Atlantic I had a realization that probably is diffcult to put into words. There are many type of voids and blanks. Emptyness has many dimensions. Everyone and everything has its own qualities of void. As we, the strangers-as-neighbors and myself, flew through some thick white clouds, it was still and it felt light. There was a strange glow in the room, neutral, sterile, clean silence. Looking out the window, one sees a whole lot of nothing, just plain white. Actually, one sees everything. Nothing and everything corresponded or interacted with eachother and they just seemed to intertwined. Coming above clouds one sees everything, yet one sees nothing really at all. There, looking into the deep emptyness and fullness of the stars and far away places, I really wanted to know what they, my stranger-companions, were thinking at that moment. I didnt know anybody and yet somehow we were all related. At the same time I was wishing that I could just fly out farther, away from what we conceive as real. I wanted to be with void and find out if it really has a lot to offer and isnt so empty after all. Well I think I must practice first. Now I will fall into what is called the abyss of deep sleep, a lack of consciousness where i am still awake in my dreams.

quick Eureka! thought: the blue revolution--draws parallels to my thoughts!

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