More than forgetting myself, sometimes I become completely aware of my environment. I like to go outside at night, lay down on the floor, close my eyes and let myself melt into the environment. I let the wind caress me, I only feel the air in my lungs, the swaying of the trees, and the thick, opaque darkness that weighs down upon my chest. I feel everything except my thoughts. I read somewhere that at least 100 lightning bolts hit the ground every second, somewhere on earth. I try to feel those to, the electricity running through my body, the moistness of the ground seeping through my shirt, the waves of wind that gently roll over my still corpse. I am aware of both everything and nothing, I am a part of the universe.