The sun shines on my face bathing the skin of my cheeks with warmth. The clouds parted shrouding my whole body in light. I felt light, free, even transparent. Loneliness can not touch me, touchable in this invisible state. The wind soaring carrying parts of me with it, drifting I know I am everything and everything is me; connected. No matter who or what you are someday you will breakdown and particles will disperse and either float around into oblivion or become something else. That only the shell process. The spiritual process much more expansive and beautiful. Not tainted by the naked eye and too pure to completely understand with the mindís eye. A spirit with no density only being. Not even taking up space transcending pain and mortality.