As I ponder these questions, these things arise:
I'm at the centre of time - I'm not lost in it.
I'm almost invisible - my " self" is not so important.
It's peaceful. See all the blue and white.
Time radiates out. Its not a line.
It smells like freshly laundered sheets.
It tastes like Chablis. Mineral and cool.
What might it ask of me? Release. Release of self image. Release control. Release expectation.