I think the abyss Is real. Unchartered waters in which no one knows how far the reality of the drop goes. Theres no beginning , no end. Just an endless blanket that covers the base of the earth’s crust. It’s almost like a water black hole. You don’t know if the rabbits going in or going to come out of it.

Many times an idea formulates in our head. It is created. But rarely used in a world where automation rules it all and we don’t really have to think of a good idea at all. But because of the abundance of casual comforts of automation we lack to see the beauty and simplicity of what lies behind the thought of a simple idea or frame of reference. Thinking is like an abyss. Creating is like an abyss. A wide mass of a mystery that strangely exists but we don’t know how or why.