Black Hole The sphere of my life enlargens a greater space for content, personal and collective, all part of the purification all the while standing on the shores of basic awareness. Watching the forms appear and disappear enacting their display, beatific and awful only to accelerate as the sphere widens like a film on fast speed, passing through the bus station of consciousnsess, just the stuff of appearance, nothing special. May 28, 2001 (1 of 2)