#experience nothingness

Pęrh̵̛́a̡̧͡p̀s̡ ͢y̷͏oų̵͘ ̵cà̵͡n͜͝ ̀t͠e̸̡̧ac̸ḩ ţ͜h͏̕e҉͟ ͟sm̸a̡͡͠l҉l ̛͡ò͢ne̢ ̨̧t̕h̨e̴ǹ҉͟.͝ ̕Ju̵̴͠ş̨͠t d̵͟͠o͏͢ ̨͏no̕͡t̡͡ ̨t̴̨e͏ll̶͠ Z͠e͞͡n̴̨ya͏t̛́̀ta̛͝ .

Im a zenyatta main now

This just in, free candy at the newly formed candy mountain.

Silence was never a word he knew very well. What did it truly mean? Did it refer to how the voices in the walls would cease to be whenever someone spoke to him? Was it how the dark room would lighten up whenever someone new had come in? Or was it just the sounds that began to come from him at the start of all of this?Silence truly was the master after all. He could not resist what it had to offer him. For nothing is ever truly silent. A quiet room still let's in the sounds from beyond it. A silent classroom is still filled with the sounds of the students pencils scratching cross paper. And silent machines still whirred quietly, their gears spinning and shifting in place. So, it made sense that he never truly knew what it was to be silent. He sat alone in the dark, nothing but the hum of his own motor to distract him. Typically when he meditated, he kept his orbs around him to ring like bells and keep his mind from straying far. He had not trusted himself alone in the silence since he left the monastery so many years ago. And yet here, he dared to indulge the whispers once again. And the promises they made. "Master? Are you alright?"The sound of his students voice was distant, filtered, as if he were on another plain of existence. He could not see through the shadow of his mind anymore. All he knew... Was nothing."Listen...do you hear?" He said, his voice barely audible to even himself. He didn't hear his students response before simply saying, "Listen to the whispers of madness."

H̨eh̡ h͘e̷h he͠h.̢.͡.First thing at sunrise, I ḑro͠ppe͝d͏ all the pots and pans from the kitchen down the stairs. All of the stairs. All over the base. After that, I r͠e̶plące͝d̕ Winston's supply of peanut butter with almond butter, hid all of @mercyspeaks 's pens, set @mccreespeaks 's alarm to play the lo͡ude̛s̕t ͢s̨cr͢e͠am̨ from a heavy metal band popular song from early in the century, started an online rumor about @dvaspeaks and @reaperspeaks , filled @soldier76speaks room with corn, and @luciospeaks still doesn't know I have his headphones.

My... Where did that come from?

There is m̕a͘̕d̀͢n̨̢è̡͘ş̴ś̡̕ yet inside all of us. The d҉̴i̶͡f̨̛͜f̧͞er̨e̴͞n̴͏c͡e̷̴ is simply whether or not you cho͟òs̡̨e͝ ̀͝t͡o ̨̡ĺ̷i̢st̸en̴̡͘ to those whispers in the b̡͘a̷̢͜ck̨̀ of your mind. Yes... Perhaps this is àn̴̨o̸t͜͟͟he̡r̨ level of e̕n̛l̛̀͘ì҉g̵h͠t̕e͠͡n̴m̢e͘͟n̕͟͠t̢. Or maybe I have sunk so deep in d͞a͢r̀͘kn̢͘͟ess҉̧ I have transcended even e̷͜ǹ̸͠l̴̡̨i̧g̕h̢ten͡m͘e̡̛n͘͞t̕͝. You are Akande, y̶e̵͘s̡? You have ca̢͞u̢͜͢s̢͠e̡d͢͢ quite a stir since you broke out of p͞ri͢s͟o̷͝n̸͘. I have to admit, it is iņt́e͢r̛͢͞e͠s̴̢t̀͜i͏ǹg̶̨̧ to me as well.