The lights are turned off. I see nothing. I smell nothing. I don't even hear the cars on the road near my apartment. It seems a metropolitan city has finally frozen to a deep sleep.
That, or maybe I am back in my village. Where everyone sleeps at dusk. And then you can hear the crickets chirping. But I don't hear them.
Maybe because of the winter they are sleeping too.
So I should try to sleep. It doesn't matter if I am in a city or a village. I just have to fall asleep.
Once I am in a dark room of nothingness, none of the worldly details will matter. All distractions will cease to exist there. I shall have so much time to do anything that I want.
But if there is only emptiness in this space, what could I possibly do that would be meaningful?
I cant read, because there will be no books. Cannot write without ink and paper. Or a computer.
No music in vacuum. Only raw energy in this nothingness. It cannot be harvested to create ideas, because there is no need for human ideas.
All human ideas are limited to the extent of their thought and imagination. They may create fires and ships to sail on water, but they cannot create the energy that manifests this nothingness.
But to enter that state, do I have to die? Am I not dead already?
This sleep is going to be a very relaxing one. I have thought about it for a very long time.
That, or maybe I am back in my village. Where everyone sleeps at dusk. And then you can hear the crickets chirping. But I don't hear them.
Maybe because of the winter they are sleeping too.
So I should try to sleep. It doesn't matter if I am in a city or a village. I just have to fall asleep.
Once I am in a dark room of nothingness, none of the worldly details will matter. All distractions will cease to exist there. I shall have so much time to do anything that I want.
But if there is only emptiness in this space, what could I possibly do that would be meaningful?
I cant read, because there will be no books. Cannot write without ink and paper. Or a computer.
No music in vacuum. Only raw energy in this nothingness. It cannot be harvested to create ideas, because there is no need for human ideas.
All human ideas are limited to the extent of their thought and imagination. They may create fires and ships to sail on water, but they cannot create the energy that manifests this nothingness.
But to enter that state, do I have to die? Am I not dead already?
This sleep is going to be a very relaxing one. I have thought about it for a very long time.