Ullage

Ullage is the amount a container lacks of being full. The space that is unfilled. The green-shaded area is the ullage here and let’s say that the glass represents your life.

So, what is the ullage in your life? What is it that should fill that emptiness?

Maybe; more money, more fun, friends, parties, food, drinks, drugs. Could it be another; trip, social gathering, or a book, or a movie. How about with the accent on quality . . . the best food, the best cruise, the most luxurious getaway?

This ‘ullage’ seems to come equipped with self-baiting hooks to expand your desires and to assure the boundaries of the glass never lose their tenacious grip on your mind. It is indeed a part of life, if not life itself, to many folks.

The crux of the Infinite, and this blog about the Infinite, rests on the following epiphany . . .

What if this whole idea of filling the ullage is not an answer, but the problem!?

What if the hidden secret is not to fill what we believe is lacking, but to empty what is already there, the ‘innage’! Empty the glass! A never- heard-of-before concept, correct?

All that we have amassed, built up, created, esteemed, believed in, cherished and elevated to unknown heights – we’re supposed to poke a hole in its container and let it ALL just drain out!?

That is why the Infinite has so few followers. Very few people can look at a glass almost full of their belongings, and an empty one next to it, and prefer the one with no contents. That means ‘starting over’ doesn’t it? Yes, it does. Abandoning everything, including limitations.

During everyone’s life they build up strategies, answers, shortcuts, methods, and dissimulations; ways of hiding true feelings.

Anyone for grabbing an erasure and going back to Kindergarten? A Kindergarten, yes, but one of Infinite possibilities. A playground where the concept of ‘ullage’ has no meaning, because nothing is lacking. A land of optimization and Perfection. A land of awe, unknowns, jaw-dropping realizations, wonderment, dreams, peace and visceral contentment.

A place of no confinement . . .

where there is no glass to be found.