The world is a really big place. It is hard to appreciate it when you think of the areas mankind has conquered as being the center of the universe. Most men and women take comfort in the buzz of the millions of other souls about them to quiet the hissing, lizard part of their brain that cynically whispers ‘You know… you’re really all alone’. Being alone can be terrifying. It forces one to be with one’s own self in a way that is chronically missing from modern life.
It is only when you get to the edges of what man has claimed (and believe me, they’re closer than you think) and look back, with the cold void of empty silence at your back, that you can truly appreciate the vastness of existence.
It is humbling and exhilarating all at once. It is affirming and entropic. All the humours of a life spent suppressing ‘being with ones own-self’ come undammed and flood in with a kind of overwhelming endorphin and adrenaline fuelled surge.
Take a trip to the edge. Swim away from shore. Walk until the quiet hums in your ears. You’ll know it when you get there. It’s when you know you’re just one person in the center of everything and nothing. You’re just you. Then you really can be the centre of universe.
You might never want to do it again. Extroverts will lose energy at an alarming rate. You might never want to return to civilization. Introverts can find the charge from such isolation empowering.
It is my belief however, that to experience even the tiniest atom of the vastness of what is must be impossible without using the only tool at your disposal, your own self, to get a sense of scale.