Body in room.

My body sits in a lonely white room staring forwards, wherever that might be, but only able to acknowledge a swirling halo that immediately surrounds my head. I know the room is white, and I understand my head faces north, but all I see, positioned half a foot above, angled downwards 40deg, is the rear of my scalp. And this is all I can see and choose to process. There is no other noise that fills the room, of this I am sure, but still I am not able to move past this view of a smooth, black-haired head sitting completely still.

Usually my time is best spent in a piercing gaze forwards, launching into the future with plans, projections, and hopes for what may come if I were to continue acting on intuition and clarity. This gaze, strictly faces forward and strictly serves the goals and character I find in me that ask for growth. The body of this gaze sits in a large dim open space; this forward gaze blinds me of concern for what cannot be seen.