Dusk Bleak
Cave 2

When in the dark cave that's more than his somber twilight. What is imagined is horror. Then keep quiet. Clench ones eyes. And imagine. That what exists now is but a grain of despair. In waiting for a light. Is that a candle. Or just one star far away. Which cannot penetrate the bubbles of another universe. It is not a black hole that is capable of swallowing everything. And wait for the white hole to come out of him. Remembering the thousands of stars that would twinkle to pass from it. Thousands of constantly rotating stars form a single milk path. Where it all started. From the fog that keeps on clumping. Form one life. In a dense universe. To give the light. The light that determines. Red, yellow, blue. And finally it's bubbling out. In a terrible explosion. That then becomes the milk line again. Where life began to form again. When you realize that what milk looks like, it is not. Only one form of deception would be human limitations. Who thinks that self is everything. Which became the center. When in the ocean and not seeing land. That's the center. Just because you don't know the side. And this universe, then here becomes everything. For a bubble that doesn't have to be round. Or trumpets. Or just a unique oval. Without knowing which side to be on. Because this self who then understands what is caught. It is the self that considers the center. Because what is seen surrounds the mind. However, sometimes because it feels like the center, it makes the ego that feels what it is that surrounds it. No matter what other souls feel the same. What people feel, they will not feel. If you overdo it, you will think of yourself as everything. And finally being bound to a thought that should be true becomes untrue. To fight each other. The mortal self. Who wander in concentrated thoughts. Traveling in the universe. Turn around and keep turning. They surround each other, fight each other. To stay on track. And avoid collisions. Or sniffing each other out. To keep going straight. Through the mystery room. Where the eternal wanderer continues to go. Time after time. Which seems limitless. Where the end without the need to pay attention to time. Because the universe must eventually keep turning. Without a single turn of time. Which is broken, by mutual feelings. Mutual motion, eating each other, blending into each other, and then decomposing into one big explosion again. But next is the beginning time again that returns. Must gather themselves. In order for these individuals to re-integrate, they become one entity that is next to each other and solid in stages that require a process. Of course the next long process is twisted around without breaking. And then travel again for an uncertain purpose. For this reason, it is more beautiful, if the self also considers the other self to be observed. To feel each other, and to share the ego. No need to pay attention to where the center is. The thing to look out for is all the centers. So that we can share between them, and let them all understand each other. It will then be seen that this vast universe, full of incandescent giants, is but a row of milk that is truly milk, to flow new life without needing to feel at the center. Because everything will then melt down again. Become a ruin in the darkness. The thick and the grim, as in this goa.