Not sure....

Whats up? Yeah, nothing I guess. Nothing really happens to no one, atleast not that often. Rarely nobody will feel sick, or happy or sad, but sometimes, aknowledgeing the fact of his abstract existence, it crosses his mind like a ghost that one tries to forget, hauntung their memories. He sits in the forest on a mountain, smoking his pipe, and realizing as he comes back to sit in his empty home, that he is invisible, intangible, set simply to absorb, and he soaks up the world, is their a meaning? He sinks into the empty dark hole where meanings live, and where life dies. He sips, slowly and cries, the hole is empty. After a while, he creeps his head out to see the sun and the clouds and the rain, eating and feeding the earth, the sky is limitless, he fills in the whole with life, plants trees and animals of all sorts, buries them. There is no air, or water, but they need not for they shall exist forever. His ideas sleep in the whole for now, they explode in his brain, and in the sky. I lay on the whole of the world, my world, myself. We live and die, only the in between is relevant to existence. Dont hide in it, dont fight it. Enter it and become, living, exploding into everything.