Sometimes while I’m really rocking a meditation, and I am feeling the flow of breath, in and out, and I find that sweet spot. I wonder; just how long could I sit? Forever? What would happen if I went all Rumplestiltskein, bump-on-a-log, and just sat? I imagine the world passing by in a blur, like a video on high-speed. Just waves of color streaming past. Initially, people would try to rouse me, but eventually, they’d just accept that I was becoming something, and let me be. Then, I see myself thousands of years into the future, solid as a statue