There is a feeling of such an inexplicable essence. A feeling so bizarre, that it could not possibly be given a name. Neither could one call it borrowing a name from another termed feeling, as, this feeling, it is so unique it does not resemble to any other in the least. Yet, is so real… After you have felt it once, there is no way you could ever doubt its existence. This is the feeling that overwhelms you when you are alone in the unknown.
When you befind yourself at a so remote spot of earth, where not a single human soul wanders in your vicinity in a ratio of incalculable kilometers, and an incalculable vastness of wilderness intercedes in between. You are alone… You are the only human being within your eye’s reach, and maybe manifold as much. You are alone… Nobody – absolutely nobody – knows you are there right now. Nobody could by any means even divine that you are there, occupying that tiny piece of space amid a wild immensity.
You sit there contemplating your utter aloneness and, inevitably, a thought comes: If you were to die this very moment, no human would ever find any little piece of your bones lying there, not till the end of human race. “It sounds horrific” – you think – but you are not the least scared… because you are not afraid… in fact you are not afraid of anything. Fear this very moment is absent. The very notion of fear is annihilated. You grasp this: this isn’t natural… it shouldn’t be like this. You strive to contrive a thought so dreadful… but nothing can scare you.
“Am I free?” – you ask yourself – but there is no answer… There is only this ineffable feeling and the vast wilderness surrounding you.