 What if my mind was made of nothing? What if consciousness was felt to be pure, empty space? What would change if I started to identify as this space instead of my labels? I would enter into a new dimension of dojo testing what it means to be love learning how to stay balanced as this empty space and relativity learning the deepest truths of quantum mechanics inside myself Directly experiencing how the entire battleground of reality is mind Existence is dependent on how I see the moment I switch my identity to the pupil inside everyone's eyes The more distributed and free I am The more reality is a fun house Reflecting my state of being Everyone I encounter is myself training me in martial arts Fearlessly knowing that by contracting into the deepest sensations of pain. I am Alchemizing new reaches up towards the heavens. I Never avoid my fears because my identity is space In fact, I ritually enter the worst things imaginable as they paradoxically increase the vastness In this absence, I am whole I Seek nothing as I am nothing I Am lovingly everything I have surrendered and disappeared into truth Will you join me or once again avoid the void