As you feel the nothingness of everything weight in down on top of you like an heavy blanket, both in its suffocating weight and its likeability to a mother’s embrace. You feel safe in its hug. As you feel the infinitesimal of infinity, always in its ever quickening race to absolute zero and at the same time absolute maximum. You feel comfort in the stability that shall never falter nor waver. As you think the thought of thoughtlessness. You are happy in the inexplicability of it all, with you never having to make another choose that shall have consequences unperceivable and far reaching. As float though nothing as a nothing; you feel finally, after all these years, at peace.

Be it lest then a millisecond ago or a billion years, you are dead.

As you drift throughout the without, you start to feel, different. Like dough being molded in someone's hand. But luckily, it seams to be your hand. Your form begins to change, was was once a formless mass that one could not perceive, slowly becomes...whole. You don’t remember if...can’t remember if this was your previous life’s form or a new form altogether. However there is one thing you do know about it, this is your true form. Any other form you may take will be your form physically, but this is what your soul is.

What you would describe on the other hand, is: