It’s more about what isn’t there . . .
No hooks to lure you in one direction. No one spot that beckons above all the others. No thing that wins your attention.
A blanket of softness, suggesting you have discovered a venue of merit.
A field of perfection in which no time is wasted.
It is not a field of expectation but a field to welcome splendor.
A field to experience the benefits of nothingness.