There is nothing.
Not in a bad way.
Not in the sense that there is nothing that matters anymore.
In the sense that this world is somewhere people escape to, to do nothing.
All there is, is time.
Time to lie down and relax.
Time to stare at the ceiling and think about pure nothing-ness.
There is peace.
Clarity.
Knowledge.
Not that which they teach you in school.
Not that about the world getting warmer.
Not that to do with the disease feared by sailors in the 1800s.
Not that which you learnt about Stalin, or Hitler.
Useful knowledge.
That which allows your mind to go blank.
That which tells you NOT to worry.
That which is responsible for letting you lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.
Crystal clear.
Peace.
