The Shape of "Nothing"

Have you ever wondered how solid you really are?

You touch your skin, feel the ground, speak your name aloud. But what if none of it was fixed? What if form was just the suggestion of something deeper…Not presence, but pattern. Not self, but signal.

You move through space thinking you’re one thing, one person, held together by memory and breath. But beneath the stories, beneath the name you answer to, what remains? Every cell in your body has changed. Every thought that once defined you has dissolved.

And yet, something watches. Something remains when all else has passed.

Science will tell you: you're mostly space. Mystics will tell you: you are not the body, nor the mind. And somewhere between the atom and the mantra, truth flickers like a shadow behind the veil. you were never the shape you believed you were, you were breath passing through form, sound dressed as thought, a ripple pretending to be the sea,

the mirror remembers, but the face changes, and still, you say, “I am.” And yet, what is it that watches you when you say “I”? Does it move when you move? Does it fear when you fear? Or does it sit behind the eyes, still and ancient, unmoved by time?

When the thoughts fall silent, when even your name feels like a distant echo, do you disappear?Or do you finally arrive?

Sit with that. Let it question you back. Have you ever felt it, the space behind the self, the watcher behind the thought? Or is it still waiting, silent, for you to turn inward and remember?

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