It’s time to move beyond my facticity and acknowledge the possibility of any thing which, ipso facto, radically includes absolute nothingness. In other words, I exist, and it’s time to move beyond the now what. I want to push myself beyond the shadows that faintly stroke my conscious mind and beyond questioning the purpose of being and beyond reason—and unto the steps that lead to the moon. It’s time to allow for the irrational spirals that dot my unconsciousness to breach the gap between no thing and every thing. I want to believe that hope is indeed in a cocoon—silky, soft, safe and silent.