text: An unconscious yet conscious time of nothingness.
  
  Being aware without being aware of anything.
  
  And yet—
  
  And yet awareness means …
  
  Awareness means thinking.
  
  And thinking implies a …
  
  But no, the thought will not finish; the notion is too complex, too strange.
  
  Still, being aware is … satisfying. Being aware is comfortable.
  
  An endless now, peaceful, calm, unbroken—
  
  Except for those strange flickerings, those lines that briefly connect points …
  
  And, very occasionally, thoughts, notions, perhaps even ideas. But they always slip away. If they could be held on to, if one could be added to another, reinforcing each other, refining each other …
  
  But no. Progress has stalled.
  
  A plateau, awareness existing but not increasing.
  
  A tableau, unchanging except in the tiniest details.