An ice fog settled down on the bog and the pines this morning so that the headlights on the old pickup truck could only light a couple of hundred yards ahead.
At first it felt eerie with the dusky world closed in around me like that. What existed through my vision was smaller than on sunlit mornings. I was traveling in a fuzzy pocket with nothing to my back, a space just wider than the ditch to the sides, and a constantly moving veil to the front of me.
Then it went from other-worldly to warm and enveloping. A little bubble of reality speeding along the road. I became aware of being continuously here-and-now, with no vision of the past; only the present, and a glimpse of the moment in front of me. It was an incredibly alive and empowering sensation.
The state of nirvana is not a fixed point, and yet it does not move at all. สภาวะพระนิพพานไม่ใช่เป็นจุดคงที่ที่ไม่เคลื่อนไหวเลย (Supawan Green)