in the cocoon of the moment this morning as I walked past the sink I noticed eight stark white breadcrumbs on the granite countertop as my eyes saw the crumbs my hand cupped itself ever so slightly I watched as it glided along the countertop

gathering the crumbs in a linear row along the bottom of its palm and wiped them off the counter into a napkin being held by my other hand as I walked into my library and took my seat at the desk I noticed that time suspended between the time I pulled out the chair and the

moment I sat into it so man actually owns time after all the laptop seemed heavy in my left hand as I gently pulled it toward me the oak that sits outside my window I'm watching it as I speak these words there are two leaves on its topmost branch

that dangle they are the only two leaves that are moving one of them is about to fall at any moment there is this tight envelope of time that surrounds me it is actually a gap in time yes it is more of a gap in time I can do whatever I like with this time

it is truly incredible for what it feels like is that I have a three second head start on the rest of the world it truly feels as if the rest of the world is subject to their clock time minus three seconds as if they're on a delay

but I hold these three seconds in my hand I drove earlier this morning through a fog it rose from the dew on the grassy fields behind the log fences and I owned that fog it was made for me and I felt I could direct it as I wished

The rug upon which my feet currently rest is softer than ever, and dare I say, with utmost sincerity, but with no knowledge of if I'm wrong or right, I can see your face. It is soft. The constant retreat from the mind does not reveal its riches in linear time.

It reveals that when one least expects, in glimpses and bursts, it is not that I will say I currently feel overjoyed or happy or excited. If I may capture the sentiment in a nutshell, I will say that it feels complete. It feels like tasting human perfection.

And the feeling is absolutely unmistakable that this is man's default state. This is the way in which man was meant to live. I look around for the mind, but it is nowhere to be found. I search for thoughts and there simply are none, none whatsoever.

They are open skies in every direction. There is crystal clarity. Any decision that is made in this state will be the perfect decision. Deliberation is not required. Any person that I speak to while in this state will likely fall into the state themselves.

Something within them will detect energy that is of incredibly unique quality. Something within the human will recognize that this is what it was seeking all along. In this state, it becomes experientially certain that man needs not a God, for he is one. The words that I write on this page are

being transcribed by self-motivated fingertips energized by an undercurrent of feeling. And I will conclude with what this experience continually teaches me to be an incontrovertible truth: man was meant to be perfect after all, in the journey to discover a life lived.

Perfectly, is his only true business here on Earth. The leaf has fallen.

In The Cocoon Of The Moment - Kapil Gupta

Ascended Ω

Observing breadcrumbs on the countertop and the act of cleaning them.

Experiencing a pause in time while sitting down.

Observing leaves on a tree branch, one about to fall.

Describing a feeling of having a three-second head start on the rest of the world.

Driving through fog and feeling a sense of control over it.

Describing the softness of a rug and a feeling of seeing someone's face.

Describing a feeling of completeness and human perfection.

Absence of mind and thoughts; a state of crystal clarity.

Describing the impact of this state on decisions and interactions with others.

Describing the feeling of self-motivation and the experience of being one with oneself.

Concluding that man's purpose is to live perfectly.