Trying to order my thoughts or at least compose myself

   At ten minutes to noon, closing in on the end of another week, I find the thought of emptiness pervading my consciousness.  On the clearest of nights when we look at the sky filled with stars and we think of the vastness of the firmament, it is easy to believe that compared to what we perceive the universe appears rather empty.  Our perceptions are, however, deeply flawed and limited; additionally, these inadequacies coupled with the limits of vocabulary and our incomplete knowledge of existence define parameters with slippery horizons.  Here absence takes hold of the imagination, wringing from it any points of reference and carving from these what is not darkness, and leaving behind the ineffable, the sublime.
   Imagine for a moment that we, without technological assistance could perceive across the entire range of the electromagnetic spectrum; imagine, too, that somehow we could also perceive the composition of the spectrum from the incomprehensibly micro to the macro scales.  How then would we define emptiness and imagination?  If we were able to penetrate through to the foundations of existence by incidentally being conscious, how would we understand separation of one thing from any other thing in existence?  How would a thought be distinguished from an action?  Of what kind of fabric would dreams be woven; or, would there be dreams as such?  For better or worse we are beings who do not the know the full extent of our capabilities, being aware of only a narrow band in the much wider scope of human experience in all of human history.
   We are all informed through these limitations.  Our connection to one another and to the world in general has grown and continues to grow at an ever increasing rate through technological augmentations; barring the imagination, these extensions of self, one might say, remain as experiences along a featureless topology.  It may well be argued that this very technology, while extending the range of our perceptions and interactions with the world, impacts the consistency of those interactions-- live, inter-personally, and in any quarter.  There remains hidden in the space between us barriers of our own creation which prevent us from layering the topology, stretching the dimensionality of it in such a way as to extend the plane into a lattice of multi-angularly connected planes.
   It is these barriers which we perceive as emptiness, erected between us to spare the 'self' from the constant challenges to self-perception, self-definition, faith, awareness, understanding, and knowledge.  From within the walls of this emptiness we seek a 'hold' to which we tether ourselves in order that we may climb to peer over the barriers while yet 'rooted', and see a boundless maze; to feel the rush when we realize that the barriers are only as stout as our fears, and that we are not tethered to the familiar-- as these are only points of reference to help spare us from a reality vertigo-- rather we are connected to the entirety, flitting about, propelled by the construct we call 'self'.  We may, and at times with greater frequency, shut off our perceptions to convince the self that there is no emptiness, and that it is certainly not of our own creation; instead, we flood our senses with stimuli in an effort to maintain the delusion that we are in control.