We have a deficient sense of nothingness.
When we lose vision, we do not see blackness. Instead, we see boiling chrome.
When we lose a leg, instead of numbness, we are tormented by an aching phantom limb.
When we lose our hearing, rather than submersion in silence, we hear intolerable hypersonic ringing.
When we lose our sense of smell, the world does not become odorless. It reeks of burning rubber, sulphur and brimstone.
When we lose our sense of taste, our mouths and tongue are filled with bitterness.
When we lose sense of purpose, we do not become serene or care-free.
We feel ennui.
When we lose capacity to love, we do not become detached or objective.
On the contrary, this lovelessness is depression.
When we lack understanding, we don’t experience ignorance.
Instead, we experience a combination of apprehension and intuitive omniscience. We don’t want to know the particulars — we already comprehend them in principle.
(Only if we press against this ignorant omniscience, or if it presses on us, will it break. And when it breaks we are rewarded with disorientation, perplexity, hellish angst… and the possibility of new conception.)
When we lose our sense of self, we don’t become selfless. Instead, we become nebulas of nihilism and ressentiment. The phantom self seethes with hostility and plots vengeful dismantlement of its miscreator.
When we lose our sense of world, we don’t become otherworldly nor innocent. Instead, we become paranoid residents of a phantom world — a realm of concealed demonic machinations, a tangle of puppets and puppet strings, traceable to a baleful beyond.
Wherever we lack a sense of God, we mistake ourselves for gods. We succumb to misapotheosis. We believe ourselves final judges of what is good and evil, of what is what is “ok” and “not ok”.
Wherever we know God we are of God, toward God, participating in God.
We dance the God with God.
Some of us count and perform steps, hoping they will smooth out and become a fluid motion.
Others of us intuit the dance and spontaneously move with the dance, hoping the movements will gain articulate precision.
This dance is done together, or not at all, with synesse.