The Spot

He had been laying on the grass for some time. Long enough for the grass to begin to reanimate under his body's weight, and slowly prickle his skin. The ants soon followed suit, as dozens of them began to free themselves from under the fallen giant. But he didn't move. He didn't dare to. No, not since he had found "the spot".

He remained still, there on the grass, as green tendrils of grass continued to uncurl around him, as the insects explored and climbed all over him. There he lay, still as a rock, as Earth and its motherly embrace slowly swallowed him into the ground.

But he didn't feel any of this, because he couldn't feel any of this. He was lost in some place else, some place he called, "the spot".

As far as he understood it, "the spot" was the centre of the world. It was the source of the world's energy. This did not mean that it was the centre of the planet, but rather, to him, he saw "the spot" as the little area left of the centre of a person's chest. The spot over a person's heart. In his conception, laying on "the spot" was like putting an ear over a beating heart. And laying there, he could hear the world no other could.

So he laid there, paralyzed. And slowly, he became numb to everything around him. The song of birds became absorbed by the trees. The blowing of wind lost its breath. The world went silent. And then, out of an abyss deeper than anyone could drown in, a faint pulse emerged. And as it grew, he slowly began to feel each pulse move down his arms to his fingertips, and down his legs to his toes. And soon, the beat surrounded him, as it simultaneously ran through him.

For the first time in his life, he felt his own heart beating. For the first time in his life, he felt the blood being pumped to each end of his body. For the first time in his life, everything internal of him surrounded him.

And as this feeling stabilized, a different energy was felt. It was an energy that accompanied his own. It did not come from within him. It came from below him.

For the first time in his life, he felt the world. For the first time in his life, he felt the Earth spin. For the first time in his life, he felt his heartbeat pulse into the planet's motion and the Earth's spin in his chest.

And at that exact moment, for the first time in his life, he thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, everything would turn out alright.