A cosmonaut found himself floating calmly in the void of space. He was relaxed, his fingers locked behind him, cradling his helmet, legs crossed and supported by one another. He drifted freely and at ease through the endlessness. At this particular moment he was half awake, suspended between waking reality and altered levels of consciousness. Spending so long drifting had allowed the spaceman to become not only an explorer of the cosmos but also of his mind. He had become skillful at manipulating his mind and perceptions on higher and expansive levels. His current state was one of his favorite places to be mentally; it was a fun swinging feeling between two worlds, on one end reality, on the other his own unconscious, a plethora of worlds. A blurred line between what was, and what wasn’t. But he was not interested in either of these polar points currently. He was busy examining his state suspended of perception, observing, thoroughly, all around him, the void.