the feeling of my skin, the light behind my eyelids, the chemicals in my brain, the plants that grow, all exist in relation to the sun. isn’t that crazy. i am because i am, but i am only because the sun is and the sun is only because the nothingness is. and i am the nothingness. the space between thoughts in which there is only peace and there is no judgement or label. the space in which if you delved deep enough and for long enough, the nothingness would become somethingness. perhaps a dream, with pains and joys and suffering and bliss. and you would call it life.