In the stillness of nothing what is it that encompasses awareness so as to enable the perception of such? What is it that provides the movement in order to see, hear, taste and touch. At arms length we live a life in the fast lane and yet that which is near and dear to us remains aloof and untouched through means of non-interest. In awareness we enter the body and in awareness we take our leave. To say there is ignorance is ignorance itself!
All that we see is the movement of our nature. Out beyond the lines of certainty lies the unknown and unknowable. Who is there to know when there is no who? What is there is understand when understanding is but a fleeting glimpse into the ignorance of created thought, the thought of existence.