I came to realise that the way to the spiritual, that ideal utopian state is not
a collective act done by the institution but an individual act. By insistingly
searching for the spiritual, I lead myself to nothing, no thing, no material, the
immaterial...the void.
But is the void hollow, empty... filled with emptiness?
Infinite or miniscule?
Is it the void that embodies the material?
our existence?
its own existence