Silence. Dark silence. Enveloping. Infinite. Dark and quiet, but somehow crystal clear. Nothing to see. Nothing to hear. Nothing to smell or taste. Nothing for the senses except the feel of the silence, the utter lack of sensation leaving a feeling of being shrouded in something that isn't even there! Consumed by the lack of any perception. Swallowed by the pure emptiness, and left with nothing but the thoughts inside your head. Silent thoughts. Dark thoughts. There is no up. There is no down. No right, no wrong, no good, no bad. There is nothing but soul, pure essence revealed in the mirror of self. Your true self. Unfiltered and unadulterated. Pure. Soul. Take it down to the real you. Not the face or the body or the clothes, the car, or the house. The real you, the true you is not beneath all that. The real you is beyond all that. Out there in the infinite dark silence, after you stop noticing the lack of anything, you start noticing what is real. That's the easy part. The hard part is to remember what is real, once you leave the silence and darkness behind.
But maybe you can't totally leave it behind. The silence. The darkness. It has been suggested that in various forms these voids are everywhere and that they in fact give our world it's definition. Without the space between the words on this page there are no words, just letters. Without the rests and rhythms in music there is no melody, just noise. Without darkness, there is no light, no end, no new day. And, it is in these empty spaces, as vast as the empty space in the universe itself and as minute as the space between an atom's particles, that pure potential and possibility exist. Think about it. If nothing is there now, than anything could be there later. Pure potential. Anything is possible. In the silence you will find pure potential. In the darkness you will find that anything is possible. You will find your true self, your real self, your soul. A blank page, a story waiting to be written, a canvas ready to be painted, a vessel wanting to be filled.
Peace to the Planet...and everything "in between"
Post script- no, I'm not stoned. Yes, I've been exploring meditation and eastern philosophy/religion.
But speaking of being stoned and empty spaces, made me think of Pink Floyd's "Empty Spaces" from "The Wall"
Here are the lyrics and then animation segment on the movie. If you haven't seen the movie, well, you should. Then you'll need to watch it a few more times. It's that brilliant. It's that mind bending. It's that fucked up. Oh, so if you haven't seen it, you will find out why we called this segment "the Fucking Flowers" and, fair warning, the imagery is powerfully disturbing even in the context of the movie; out of context it may seem scary and insane. But sometimes that's the pure potential that fills the empty spaces.
Empty Spaces - Roger Waters
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.
empty spaces animation segment from Pink Floyd's The Wall
Yeah. And then there's Young Lust. I need a dirty woman. You know, as pure potential. To fill. The empty. Spaces.
young lust-next cut from Pink Floyd's The Wall
Collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd. Will you accept the charges?
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