I was thinking about thinking. Is it possible to not think at all? Or to think of everything simultaneously? I can assume it takes many cubic miles of minuscule meta-thoughts to make one coherent thought. Sometimes, (I think) I am thinking so complexly that my own brain will not understand. Those short moments when I baffle my imagination with a feeling of fulfilling nothingness, the surreal value of my empty yet vivid imagery invades my humanly character. At times, I know these sensations are not me alone, but a greater source of majesty. A ruler of existence trickles a droplet of almighty wonder on me- a mere speckle of dust, but a galaxy of awe in my eyes.