THRESHOLD OF EMPTINESS

After the Apocolypsis Threshold we thought we had touched the extreme. There the world had shattered, revealing its dark veins, its most unmentionable secrets. It was the scream of the end, the fall, the reckoning.

Yet, there was still a step to be taken.

Beyond the end, beyond the cry, beyond the collapse itself--the Threshold of Emptiness now opens.

It is not destruction, it is not ruin. It is the beyond-destruction. It is the gateway that leads not to another world, but to the non-world: the advancing white space, the silent vertigo in which all form dissolves.

The Threshold of Emptiness is not crossed by force. It is crossed with surrender.

It is the point at which the weight collapses from the shoulders, at which symbols fade away, at which identity itself falls apart like dust in the wind.

No more footholds, no more maps, no more certainty.

Yet, right there, where everything fails, sprouts the radical possibility: starting again from nothing.

Emptiness is not absence. It is matrix. It is invisible womb that welcomes what is yet to be born.

Those who dare to look at it without running away will find that there is no terror in the void.

Emptiness should be looked at, touched, accepted, shaped.

There is only silence.

And in that silence, the beginning of everything.

Because without the acceptance of emptiness, it is difficult to take flight into new possibilities.