this may seem abrupt to you, but i sincerely think of ravines and holes as the most primordial place there is. i remember that some time long ago, perhaps a few eternities, i used to believe that the pattern the world would rather place its steps in is work held loosely by a vigil after one’s strength – however, now i recognize it as a simplification. gazing into my ravine that is laid in the woods behind my home, i understood that the nature of everything is to revert back into nothing, as it is the easiest state of existence – in a colony of lack, reverberating and reflecting the surrounding space into your insides and then turning them inside out, perpetually in attunement. since a hole is a formation embraced and formed by the lack of what it had once held, it is a proof that one does not need any particulates to exist, as the universe itself takes its own note of you.
when i place my steps down the slope, the silt underneath my paws shakes and breaks off into an escape. an imprint is now imbued into the landscape, the sole proof of my existence to someone who would have first ventured onto these grounds – a lack of myself is therefore an extension of myself. i awert my gaze back to sweep over my ravine and in that instant i know that it and i are alike. i need not know what the ravine had once been – it is completely redundant. since the ravine is a perfect mirror or the clay and silt it cradled, it may had as well always existed as a ravine. i would like to believe i am also one.
nothing, but a ravine.
