Our human aspect hits the wall. Most of the time we don’t even know why. It seems there are no other options. What would happen if we turned around? We don’t even concede that’s a choice. If we stopped fighting, something would change. That’s the inevitable outcome that keeps us from turning around. The sands of time constantly shift. The winds of change will always blow. Change comes, no matter what. Some things are inevitable. The physical world will not stand still, no mat

Sometimes there is nothing. It all seems gone. There is no whisper on the wind. No hidden hand behind the curtain pointing in any specific direction. Dreams are allusive too. It feels like the connection has been lost. It’s an eerie feeling when all is quiet inside. Even thoughts that kept us occupied seem to scurry though our consciousness without leaving a footprint. It feels like no one is home. How can this be? How can we feel so unattached? This space is new. A place of