Daily Prompt | Source of Anxiety: Write about a noise — or even a silence — that won’t go away. (We’ll let you interpret this in different ways…)
I could hear myself hearing. It was so quiet that I could hear the noise of my own consciousness. It was like when you close your eyes and you can see static; the tiny little impulses feeding in an out of the cone cells.
Some have said that in meditation, heightened awareness allows one to become aware of the pulses that make up consciousness like the frames of a film.
Being in this way leaves no space for any independent sense of self, there is no soul without the body. We haunt the material reality of our bodies as electricity haunts a circuit. We are an epiphenomenon.
I don’ want this noise to go away, because there is nothing without it.