ego dissolution

  • The Weight of Nothing Missing

    Tell me what it feels like to search for somethingwhen nothing is lost. Tell me what it feels like to winwhen there is no opponent. What does it feel like to arrivewhen you never left? It is not fireworks.It is not applause.It is not the loud declaration of a healed story. It is the absence…

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  • He didn’t descend the way he once climbed. There was no urgency in it. No sense of loss. Just movement. As if the mountain had already released him and the world below no longer required preparation. The air changed as he moved downward. Not cleaner. Not lighter. Just stripped of pretense. Things showed themselves without…

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  • Nothing— Not the kind that means absence, but the kind that trembles with everything that has not yet chosen a shape. A silence so full it feels like the inhale before a universe decides whether or not it wants to be born. I wait for the thought to arrive, but the waiting feels strange now.…

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