The rush of confusion, to realize the That, which you do not understand.
To see the vast, that can not be fathomed.
It is a falling, from the now, into forever.
A point of light, into the pale of darkness.
The complete embrace of empty.
Poems and Pictures
FYI, Cat, Candy, Pops and all really enjoyed this one. They made me read it twice.
you are a modern Thoreau with these deep thoughts, I believe.