The boundary pushes it back. The thought process does not pass over. It has to cease thinking. The mind rays cannot shine there. Who is out there? Who sends our thoughts back to sanity? Who lives in infinity by being infinite? Some questions remain unanswered. Some paths have no destination. Deep down there, plunging and sinking downwards into the mind, a ray of thought flies. A lonely solitude hovers on everything and nothing. Pure darkness, not an atom size brightness of understanding or existence.
The ray of thought goes down, like a free falling body, at zero gravity, at a speed of light- it goes down. In quest of answers who remain unanswered. In pursuit of existence, it does not exist. The search is useless with existence. It has to leave itself to feel itself. A cold and quiet stillness, nothing is moving while nothing is there. The directions are no more. The darkness kisses the brightness and emerges as darkness and brightness.
The movement and no movement exist simultaneously. The fellow rays of thoughts, of other searching points, die one by one when they reach the boundary. The boundary has no perimeter and still all stop, die and go back. The thoughts are killed, and questions are not answered. Just one stays alive, just one ray of thought of a special mind, of a believing mind stays alive miraculous. It reaches the boundary; there is the utter darkness of solitude beyond it. You shall not see, and yet you are seeing. You shall not stop, and yet you are stopping.
In the realm of known and unknown, a place where none trespasses, a place that is restricted to minds and thoughts, hearts and words, ideas and perceptions. The ray of thought, the lucky thought feels gigantic force being exerted on it. It trembles right there. It is scared and is about to die. An arms length to death of thought, it is given life. It is permitted to enter the infinity.
It has wings of conviction, and it moves on. The slipping into the unknown is unknown. It slides and slithers inch by inch. This is the kingdom of the most powerful of all. This is a hidden kingdom to all. You are the luckiest in hundreds of years. There shall be no answers. There shall be no blessing. The permission to enter is a blessing in itself. These flying objects are angels of truth. They live in your mind, deep within and remain occult and mystic. What do you want? You are a ray of thought, powered by the one, sent by the one- you are here for your quest into knowing the unknown to the limits of infinity.
A zero becomes one, and all numbers are zero here. No rules, and no logic- its one statement. You write what you know, and you think what you know, and you know what you do not know. Stay away from the uncertain clouds of doubts; come to the light of truth. For the truth is light in meaning and not color. Move on you luckiest ray of thought, move on to the land of the unknown, that stays within your mind. You cannot explore it, cannot find it- it is meant to stay unknown. Go back, before you lose the meaning of this and become a death ray of thought. Go back and take the little share of unknown and infinity with you. Hurry back and stay away from the boundary. This is a kingdom of the unknown and cannot be known. ADIOS!