It’s been three hours since I wrote the previous article (“Illusion Breaking Up”).
I can’t describe the way I feel very well.
It’s like standing in the sun and casting no shadow, shouting in a canyon and producing no echo, firing a rifle and experiencing no recoil.
Something has dropped away and, when I say that, from nowhere I can name comes back the sense that that something is my “me.”
I need some time to “be with and observe” whatever may have happened.
I may stick my head in here at some point over the day but not to converse, not until I find out how to drive this car, fly this machine. I may not answer my email today. I may just go for a very long walk.
I feel amazingly neutral, complete, present. But that’s all I feel able to say.
Some neuron fired. Some synapse got complete.