Moss, green soft and spongy.

And then she said, "I'm going to deal with life." and it made me think, as I sat there content. So bizarre, one almost forgets that they are sustaining life. The realization of ones mortal self, with its requirements. To me, I almost wish I could exist as a consciousness away from this. An undisturbed, continual thought process without the room for filling needs, expressing desires.

I wonder, would it be a state similar to meditating. I always thought meditating to be clearing your mind of thought, while this state would be full of thought.

Why is it I can achieve these states only seldom. When the rush of life melts down, the mind heats up and only during a period of extreme interest or excitement it comes.

This is a place I want to be.