birth - a blinding begun. we learn to mask who we are with who we are not until the not becomes our only reality - the truth forgotten as the stars disappear in midday. we search the cosmos for the shapes of ourselves while we forget the constellation of our Essence. looking for meaning, we are drawn past the event horizon of self where light descends to the impenetrable black. our minds construct solutions in the darkness, blind to our own blindness, so each construct falls inescapably to gravity. powerfully, elementally, it pulls us in, in, in, in, in, in, twists, decimates, destroys as we writhe in terror, desperate for freedom, for healing for solace. broken, we suffer, a waking death, in the slow agony of descent. in final surrender, we fling ourselves into a void within a void - the single point of escape that grows with light the moment we enter. it becomes a pathway to a Fourth Dimension, a magic life in which constellations shine at midday, the unreal becomes the real and our authentic selves thrive - moment by moment - vision restored as recovery dawns.