I had a dream today. I was walking in a desert. The sky was a perfect cerulean blue. The desert sand utterly flat. I was in a vast plain. A great sun beat down. I was alive because I could feel the sand beneath my feet. But I was not alive. The Sun did not burn me. I was not thirsty or hot. I was comfortable as I paced this great desert.

The point was that there was nothing in it. I had nothing. Everywhere was completely empty. I was walking from life to death.

Yet I was entirely happy. With no possessions or fears or hopes. No past or future. I realised that for happiness nothing was needed. There was no bright light in the distance, no voice, no direction or time in my travel. I was walking off the incubus of life.