Out of mind and bereft of surviving will, I can travel anywhere I wish. I cannot remember all the places, but ever there was a roof of stars above to lay a gilded thread for my footfall. Travelling through time, in time, I become a child of time. Everywhere and nowhere, I was floating among the wonders of the cosmos and grasping relative concepts with ease, to touch the event horizon with a single thought. See it envelop my form and pull my being into the darkness to lie in the womb of space time. How long there is inconsequential, but I emerge once again and the light rushes toward me like a revelation. And at last I awake on a sunny bower with the birds chorusing their exuberance and I know intuitively I am home.