Inside the Nothing of Everything
by: Rob Paquin
Hi,
My name is Rob.
I’m currently on this crazy journey through my mind, heart and soul. It’s just begun. Which is weird because it’s seems to me as if I’m been on this quest for most of my life. But all that time all I’ve really done is go down the trail without too many cares, as it all sank from clear light into a foggy gray. Not too long ago I tripped and landed on some sort of darkness as I tumbled down a steep hill.
When at last I regained my footing, I came upon a lovely and lighted glade. It was filled with beauty and sunshine. The kind that shines and makes you feel as if you’ve never felt the sunshine before. The kind of warmth that feels like love in a basket as it falls upon your face. The hope of warm embrace of a sunshine just for you.
First I blinked, and then I closed my eyes.
That’s when night descended and the glade was lost. Gone was the beauty, and the warmth. Gone was the sunshine and the light. Gone was all the warmth. As if it all evaporated in a single instance. Gone like a stray thought; Interrupted.
It was like awakening from a dream and wondering if I had ever slept. Awakening into something made of nothing. A nothing that maybe wasn’t ever was?
Wondering if the dream was ever real? If the dream was even a dream or some passing thought of madness and despair? Wondering if I had ever even slept or dreamed anything at all? Wondering if any dream can ever come true or if all dreams are just mist, waiting for a wind to blow?
Alone again I found myself still upon the pathway of my quest…, This Journey.
The Journey through my mind, my heart, my soul.
In utter darkness.
The type of endless night that blinds you completely. There upon a pathway of many pits and brambles. A path that would turn without notice and rise up before me like a mountain. All there in that utter black. Stumbling and flailing. Falling down and crawling. Always trying to feel something that feels like something that I can use to aid me.
A fallen branch to use as a cane to avoid things. The feeling of a breeze at my back to ease my journey forward. The feeling of warmth upon my face to let me know there’s somewhere to go. A sound of life that points me in a direction. A voice that speaks and lets me know that I am not alone out here in such a desolate wilderness.
But herein is I. Inside of the blackness and silence and the windless day of endless numbness.
No warmth to felt.
No light to be seen.
No sound or voice to be heard.
The Nothingness.
It presides.
~ The Snowdog
Hi,
My name is Rob.
I’m currently on this crazy journey through my mind, heart and soul. It’s just begun. Which is weird because it’s seems to me as if I’m been on this quest for most of my life. But all that time all I’ve really done is go down the trail without too many cares, as it all sank from clear light into a foggy gray. Not too long ago I tripped and landed on some sort of darkness as I tumbled down a steep hill.
When at last I regained my footing, I came upon a lovely and lighted glade. It was filled with beauty and sunshine. The kind that shines and makes you feel as if you’ve never felt the sunshine before. The kind of warmth that feels like love in a basket as it falls upon your face. The hope of warm embrace of a sunshine just for you.
First I blinked, and then I closed my eyes.
That’s when night descended and the glade was lost. Gone was the beauty, and the warmth. Gone was the sunshine and the light. Gone was all the warmth. As if it all evaporated in a single instance. Gone like a stray thought; Interrupted.
It was like awakening from a dream and wondering if I had ever slept. Awakening into something made of nothing. A nothing that maybe wasn’t ever was?
Wondering if the dream was ever real? If the dream was even a dream or some passing thought of madness and despair? Wondering if I had ever even slept or dreamed anything at all? Wondering if any dream can ever come true or if all dreams are just mist, waiting for a wind to blow?
Alone again I found myself still upon the pathway of my quest…, This Journey.
The Journey through my mind, my heart, my soul.
In utter darkness.
The type of endless night that blinds you completely. There upon a pathway of many pits and brambles. A path that would turn without notice and rise up before me like a mountain. All there in that utter black. Stumbling and flailing. Falling down and crawling. Always trying to feel something that feels like something that I can use to aid me.
A fallen branch to use as a cane to avoid things. The feeling of a breeze at my back to ease my journey forward. The feeling of warmth upon my face to let me know there’s somewhere to go. A sound of life that points me in a direction. A voice that speaks and lets me know that I am not alone out here in such a desolate wilderness.
But herein is I. Inside of the blackness and silence and the windless day of endless numbness.
No warmth to felt.
No light to be seen.
No sound or voice to be heard.
The Nothingness.
It presides.
~ The Snowdog
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