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"When all is silent, when you are alone, when you feel naught but a gnawing emptiness inside, you can hear it. When you think about things. Things past. Things present, Things still yet to come. It's there. It always has been. Clawing at the immaterial barriers of your mind, trying to escape. But...Why? What gives cause to this deep feeling, this power that yearns to be released. Some say it is 'God'. Others say it is the natural flow of the world. Lies, all of it. Am I saying God isn't real? No. Am I saying that this is more primeval than God? Possibly. We may never know. But how do I know this, you may ask? Because I have tried to capture this feeling myself. What can I hear? I hear a sort, of low, rhythmic buzzing, as if something that has laid dormant for many an age is now reawakening. I've heard it all my life, but only in moments of pure concentration, a meditative state known simply as 'dreaming'.

Dreams, some would say, link us to a more ethereal plane. One where beings beyond our comprehension lie. I say this is all a lie, leavened by rumor and conjecture. I feel, I know deep within that this is something wound into the very fabric of existence. More real than knowledge, yet less so than our mind. Something in that intermediary space between physical and intangible. That is what makes it free. Free to wreak havoc in the ether or in the palpable space of our world. But the world where this resides is in our flesh. More specifically, our brain. That is the physical space where it resides. The intangible is our mind. Our zone of higher thinking, our nerves and information-gathering cells elevated into a different plane. An unreachable one. Sure, a knife can rend the tissue of a brain, but can it penetrate the mind within? Of course not. But that is where the buzzing resides, in that gap between real and unreal. Real enough to be physically felt. False enough to be rendered intangible. Or so I thought.

Thought. That is what you could call it. Thought made material. Reachable. Attainable. But how, exactly, does one reach it? One must find a state of silence. A silence like no other. Not a level of audible quiet, perhaps, but more of an inner peace. When one can 'shut off' their other systems, and devote all time and energy towards nothingness. In essence, the very act of doing nothing, is in fact, something. So how is it possible, you may ask again and again? It takes a certain touch. A physical touch from Him. A mark, a sign that you are blessed. A sign that He respects you. Then it seems so close, so close indeed, and at the smallest extension of a finger, the lightest pressure applied to what is truly there, thought made material, you break. You have gone mad. All that purity and clearness of mind, gone. Replaced by insane ramblings and thoughts of otherworldly entities. It seems as if a cruel trick is being played upon you by something else. Surely a level of understanding this high is meant for no man. No thing in this universe or the next can cope with such...Truth. At least, those who are not deemed worthy..."