Sometimes I gaze at things for a while.
Each passing fraction-of-a-second I feel like my mind takes a step back.
The subject gets smaller and smaller... without actually doing so.
My sensation of being comes to greet me, and a mixture of sensations occur.
The flat and rigid sensation of the 'existence'.
I run my fingers across it. Sharp details, but nothing you can cut yourself on.
Peak resolution, at the cusp of what my senses can handle, but I start going too fast with my mind, and I wonder what it's like if I could go just a bit further. "Is there more to this?"
The warm-cold messier sensation of the 'world' now mixes in. The mixture is now a bit overwhelming.
A whole second has passed by now, and I snap. I cease my thinking, and get ready to write down my thoughts. This.