Calm and sober are you sitting here, still bewildered, gazing into the luminous abyss. Once upon a time, dark figures sat and waited to cast their shadows into space and time to chase more shadows. Sometimes they would overcome and multiply violently. Now there is nothing left, only boundless-meaningless emptiness that reaches into you.
At the edge, you recognize cave paintings, trying to hold impressions and information from the otherworld of timelessness. These pictures awaken memories in you, touch you gently, but nothing in you feels to breathe new life into the dead seed. So they pass again into the beyond of timelessness, perhaps someone will be found there to write new old stories.
The emptiness expands, powerfully familiar, newly unrelated, and thereby your longing slowly disappears. Your hunger has devoured itself in it and has finally starved itself to death. Like a donkey, you have run after the carrot, how many different appearances such a carrot can have in space and time. But now the beyond of time has swallowed everything and left you behind, raw, without a name, without meaning. Tomorrow has disappeared and yesterday has faded. There is no goal to reach anymore, the lightness of being, hand in hand with the heaviness of hopelessness, transforms, just like the euphoria of the eternally approaching finish line. None of this exists anymore, the illusion has lost its reality.
And just a moment ago, there was a splendid image, a striking word, a strong impulse to express itself, but disappearing in the next instant. You slowly settle into this wordlessness and all questions fall away, into weightless meaninglessness. The scent of this freedom is still strange, unknown, and completely different, and even freedom loses its meaning in it.