I was brushing my teeth looking in the mirror. I leaned down to spit and rinse my brush. When I looked up again there was no reflection of me in the mirror - instead there was just the wall and a towel hanging on a rack behind me. I was invisible.
It lasted for less than half a second. It seemed like an eternity. As soon as I panicked my reflection came back.
There's nothing significant about what happened. There's nothing significant about experiencing being invisible. It doesn't mean anything. It's just what happened. It's an experience. The first time was scary.
We have all kinds of experiences in Life. Life is a rich smorgasbord of experiences we're given to have - many of them we'll even enjoy. It's the table of the feast laden until it's literally groaning under the weight of the bounty. Then we ruin it all by making it mean something. Instead of just having experiences, instead of simply experiencing the experiences, we disrespect Life and all its bounty by making it mean something.
A friend told me he was in trouble. He said he was "going out of his head".
"That's sounds interesting" I said. "What's it like?".
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