Greetings I have not written an actual essay about me but more of a general hello to hyperspace and one that only those who have experienced it will understand.

There are no full stops for a reason.Just tell me what you think
Explain the unexplainable By Philip

What is it that makes the human experience, is it the thoughts in our heads or the experiences of our body? Or is it maybe the spirit inside. No one knows what it is but we do know that there is no combination of words in any language to explain it. If it were to be scraped with a scalpel and described to the best of our ability, I think it would go something like this.

Closed eyes or open eyes, it doesn’t really matter since we have translucent eyelids, the mind examining the image of what was last seen but presently disappearing, One though after the other an infinity of everything, the past, the future, the present and even the thoughts of the nothing that has never existed but will, someday, somewhere else, a plain reflecting the dark side of the ineffably complex chemistry of our brains.

Hurtling at great speeds through the existence of everything too fast to grab but too slow to move, since how can one explore the experience of everything at once, Splattered into different dimensions set with the knowledge of nothing, out to find the meaning of everything, the information returns with nauseating complexity re-joined into the great complexity it was never before, confused but clear headed one searches the depths of the lives of the others unsure of forward direction but sure of everything.

Words become images, the images of thoughts, which unfold into their own fold only to unravel to those who travel, the depths of consciousness with the rest still unconscious, will conscious prevail or hide under the veil, the cloak comprised of ego and lies or surrender to the depths and obliterate the image viewed from behind the mind, letgo, letgo is all one thinks but thoughts grab on drowning you slowly but letting you live, just so you tell the tale of unexplainable.

There is more, building up slower than a baobab but faster than you can hear, humming, buzzing, tearing the reality of everything once known but long forgotten, encapsulated in the once unheard vibration, the truth of the universe slowly given in small handheld pockets of information not spoken but heard,not heard but understood, given but not received, with the death of the hum so goes the life of that dimension only to opened by the elves of the deep, weeping, crying, dying to meet and greet.

Radiance of the mind expelled in one giant solar explosion blinding you of perception and revealing insanity, they play cruel games only to quietly eat popcorn and jellytotts while sitting on the recliners in the depths of your mind, playing pranks and bragging to friends at how this petty soul implodes under the expanse of the tasks set before him, struggles and whimpers somewhere far away waiting for the incessant vibrations of bridged connections to slowly decay into the solid world of no unexpected mysteries, only to be tormented by what could have been but never explored, vowing to again break the veil and stop the machines whose eternal hum blocks the passage to the nether realm.

We don’t know what it is or where it comes from but it is inside us all of, just a little bit more inside those under the green roofs of sanity.