Void

I am reclusive by nature. Always seeking to be inside my cave and avoid interacting too much with the outside world. Maybe I have become an escapist. Sometimes I do not feel the need for social interaction. But take it too far and this escapism turns on itself and becomes fear. Fear of death. A very deep fear. Is this why we spend so much of our time running around in activity? Are we afraid that to stop means to die? At the heart of existence lies a deep void. A vast emptiness. Face it. Let us live from the very heart of existence. Where it is always still. Like the deep ocean. Calm, still and profound. Untouched by any activity. Is this really death? Unless we face it, we will never know.

Let us go deep into ourselves. And then in that profound stillness, discover who we really are.