What do you feel when you peer into the abyss? Standing at the edge of the Grand Canyon, leaning over a railing on the roof of a sky scraper, staring down a glass bottom elevator to the sky? When I think about the depth of the ocean I feel so overwhelmed my eyes water. It goes down like 10 miles. 62 miles to get to space. Imagine that. No don’t, it’s too much. For me, at least. Can you put a name to this particular sensation? Vertigo?
“Jump,” it says.
“Run into traffic,” it says.
“Fuck me to death,” it says.
Oh, I just realized what it is. It’s the call of the void. An inexplicable urge that you don’t intend to act on. It’s a phenomenon. Very human, very French.
This is what I feel when I see the beard of this one yoga teacher at the studio I recently joined.
“Like Rick Rubin?” My friend says.
“Yeah. Kinda. Though this one does something to me. I’ve got no problem with beards. Not at all. Long ones, scraggly ones, trimmed ones - we’re cool. But for some reason this one makes me feel somethin…
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