Glide,
Letting that emptiness fill you.
A breath.
And again.
Then.
Then,
A forward,
Swimming motion toward that call.
But,
At your pace.
Eventually,
You must move on.
Yet this,
This is only a distant imperative.
You are here,
And there is so much between you and that point.
For now,
Just breathe as you move in.
Out.
In.
As you release the breath,
Sense outwards into the void around you.
Feel those pieces,
Little particles,
Swirling all about.
Let that idea form the image of the gigantic shape you are moving through.
Those little bits of silicone and graphite,
Dancing through the hydrogen and helium.
Listen to those faint waves,
Rippling through the light as you disrupt the mass.
Those gases thrown into soft revolt drift past you,
Caressing across your insubstantial form.
That nothingness that you are.
But they still react,
Let them,
Studying their changes.
Wander slowly through that glorious cacophony of nebula which seeps out into the utmost void.
Reflected back to so many worlds,
So,
So ever distant.
That light,
Those little particle waves which call out,
Feel them as they bounce through your space.
Let them pass on as you breathe in.
Out.
A sense of peace in your other space,
Cold but drifting.
Remember what that light was like and how it was viewed.
Remember in that distant place,
How sights like this were rare and took so much effort to find.
Feel that understanding as you were so immense,
So filled with this moment.
And how astounding your current space would have been back then.
In that,
Feel out and bring yourself back to here.
That past is remembered in ripples,
But also left alone,
Allowed to exist when it was,
But always clearly not now.
As you reflect on that,
Think also on this massive cloud you have set into spirals and swirls.
A strange visual to those that may someday watch.
It would be millennia before this light reaches eyes with which to see it.
But perhaps those eyes will be strong enough to note the unexpected change.
To wonder at what might disrupt this particular swarm of gas and dust.
Breathe in as you consider what they will see.
Let those queries fade.
As you breathe out,
Consider yourself.
Know that they will not see you,
For you are in the place that has no light.
The darkened space,
The blankness of utter void.
But even in that peace,
You feel the call.
Listen.
This has been Dust Across Visions,
A bright steps meditation of the fatal neutrinos.
Stories of histories that weren't,
Futures that mustn't,
And places that cannot be.
I hope your day is calmer for it.
Thank you for listening.
This is Easton,
And remember,
I'm as much a work of fiction as anything you hear.
