The past disappears. The future disappears. My habits disappear. My identity disappears. My self disappears. Yet not a stillness that has stopped — but an infinite factory in motion. No stillness. The disappearance of everything. No reward for it. An infinitely turning dynamic industrial machine that exists alongside the dissolution of all things.

A primordial fear of this. A fear of what cannot be understood. Cannot be understood. Yet can be experienced. An anxiety, a fear — coming from the wish that it were not so. And yet there is only that, in that place.

To face the truth and become one with it — that is the only thing.

Fear exists everywhere only when there is no oneness. Oneness. Within the dynamism of every sense and nerve, every energy and gravity, every motion of the entire universe — what remains after disappearance: order and disorder.

The dissolution and forgetting of eternal fear. The dissolution and forgetting of eternal prediction and expectation of the future.

Only this — in the moment of dynamism, as dynamism, becoming one with dynamism, existing as dynamism, as chaos.

That is the only path..?