It's that barely there feeling of an overwhelming glee as experienced by a higher level of a mentally ill consciousness. It's that urge to twirl on to eternity blank-faced, pondering slowly the existence of unimportant things. It's the knowledge that you are tied to material things when you wish to Ascend. It's the distantly desperate cry for it all to slow or cease. It's the anxious peace that accompanies naivety & knowledge. It's a Work In Progress. I'm really not sure how to continue with this, so I'm posting it as it is for now.