The last few months, I feel increasingly sure that I am on my way out of this world. Another world is beckoning already. I feel that it is within my reach, but I do not yet know how to get to it. Still, it is tantalizingly near. As well as increasingly intimate and cozy. I can almost see, smell, touch, hear, and taste it. All my senses have long been on the ready. Whence the puzzle that pesters me even as I write: how can I be so sure of my imminent feat? And where can my self-assurance be coming from? Of course, I have no idea. I cannot even start answering these and similar questions. But sure of my feat I definitely am. And I am getting ever surer of it as days go by. The puzzle is beyond my acumen, no doubt, which is why I do my best to pay it no attention. None whatsoever. The less I think, the better. And I am getting pretty good at it. The world free of thought is beckoning at last.

Addendum (May 14, 2017)

It is wonderful to come across this piece entirely by chance. When it was written, another world was right in front of me. And I felt it coming. It was beyond my understanding, but I could still see, smell, touch, hear, and taste it. The last few lines say it all, though, and in just a few words. The world free of thought is the ultimate goal. The less I think, the better. Bingo! In just a few months, I managed to abandon thought at will and to remain free from it for as long as I wished. It was a technical feat par excellence. Liberation in a nutshell.