The high test and a sense of mortality. That edge of life feeling that tells you that you're flying. Catching the current of forces that put you in control. Control of just one things.
It's the music of white noise that is generated at 120. The desire to get there. That's where I meditate. Focus
absolute
directed
sublime
reaching
flying
alive.
If you can imagine for a minute, you forgot that you were breathing. It went back to that part of your brain that is supposed to regulate that stuff. You focused, extended yourself into the world and found contact with something other than yourself. The earth, others, and even others who matter.
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