introduction

Short version:

There’s just...

 this immediacy

Longer version:

All there is, is this immediacy. 

There is nothing else, there can't be anything else because everything there is, is already this immediacy. 

Why would this need anything else? 

This is unquestionably enough, this is the fulfilment that is seemingly lost but never was. 

This isn't an object that can be grasped and so is timelessly free.

All that can be spoken of can never express what this is because it’s a returning to a sense of unknowing from an abstract impossibility called the "known". 

This could never be known or understood as there is nothing here that could ask the question "why?". 

"Why?" is a preposterous notion, a questioning of what obviously is all there is…so "why" doesn't ever come into it.

 There are no opposites, neither fullness or emptiness, neither real or unreal, there is no need for any of this complex rhetoric. 

Zero can't be simpler, or have any hierarchy.

 There is no beyond this, no need for more, no boredom of this because nobody is attempting to escape.

There is just a sense of being hollowed out and filled by everything. 

A burn-out and exhaustion of the dense, tense me-state hallucination. A relaxation. 

A sigh of relief that knows no bounds. 

An unveiling of the childlike senses of wonder, that never left.

A different kind of normal, where the aliveness of life is rediscovered in everything, without a trying to grasp it. 

A timeless freefall of unknowing is all that is left when the rocks at rock-bottom are enough once again.

The search is over. The war is over, like a faded dream. 

Everything is improvised, constantly and spontaneously new, expressed without the utter irrelevancies of meaning or purpose. 

Expressed without any idea of a separate "individual", and so without playing to one. 

There is no-one this is for and yet no-one sings anyway.  

All there is, is this immediacy.