The Experience of God
Poetry is close. Music is closer. Dark space is the closest. The moment where you are so baffled that you have no words left: the moment of silence. When taken by awe, by grief and pain, reaching a point where nothing anyone says means anything. Nothing anyone does can help. The moment where you feel betrayed, left and abandoned, by yourself. The moment when you look up to the stars. You feel the insignificance and the inability to control. The moment you let go. The moment you surrender. The moment when nothing matters that much, nothing weighs that much. The moment of silence. The moment where the Man is finally humbled enough. The moment of ultimate prayer. When you know that suffering does not make sense and that you are not here to tend for yourself. You are here for the Other. You are the Other. You are the Dark Space. You are Poetry. Incomprehensible. Indescribable. You are Music, because you are the silence in between the notes. You are emptiness. You are the interplay of all things. You are the experience of the interplay at this moment in past, present and future. You are the timeline and the path. Its beginning and its end. You are. You. Yo. Y.
