Zero light, a place of true peace. At first, at least.
A blindfold over my eyes, and secondly, mental tentacles reaching into the black.
Ebb and flow of thought forms. Emotions floating. Bubbles encircling entire lives, living and to be lived into infinity. Pregnant with possibility, each orb just a choice away.
Every yes takes infinity minus 1 nos. Or is it? That is the beauty of mind.
Sure, we accept, but is that really yes?
On some level, maybe.