In Void Of Self
One of the side effects of being awaken in the rush of New Age was the indispensable er with the way I was experiencing existence. I was severely convinced that one of the other observer’s universe was fake, they are here because of me or I am here because of them. Even going through the same experiences and talking about going through the same experiences did not patch the missing piece. As it got a lot less rigorous with existential solipsism, I finally wanted to find ways I could measure authenticity in my experiences of existence without another being or things validating it for me. Once the journey of absorption started it became clear that anything experienced outside of ourselves just mere bleep on forever playing screen. As though we are dust in the compound of the sand and absorb all there is to its behavior.
Weird little existence.
This is where I was wrong, sure we are merely a dust and spoof of light in dark, as we appear to already imperfect and selfish existence , what you got is what you are. Learning to sway away from that discovery because the thought of us being powerful and have a meaning beyond this existence scared even us. We don’t want to be the only one experiencing this existence even if at times we are convinced we are the only one. So we quickly seek refugee in things that makes most sense, to be lost in its upmost definition whilst defying ourselves. It is then when it comes to give meaning to our witnessing suddenly the ocean of languages with infinite ability to define everything collapse, its hard to convey and give meaning to things at vast. I though I was part of same dirt? same something that moves. It is only then you allow the meaning go and be mesmerized by its presence in weird ritualistic way. Now describe all of that you see to a born blind man. or all that you hear to born deaf man. There is things that makes sense.
Gyatt 
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