I remember when I was a child, I would wonder about things that made others think I was wierd... Death was one of them.
I used to gaze up at the stars a lot, and wonder about the space in the air that I couldn't see. The parts of my vision that I could not physically reach up to and touch, and what others actually experienced with their own senses and wholeistic beings. I used to ask myself what temperature was nothingness, if infact, there was any such thing as nothingness... What was matter that was invisible to my naked eye? I began to strengthen inuition thru asking these questions. Often times, I felt (and still do), that I discovered the answers and still am discovering them, but cannot really put them into words per say. It's like an awareness of another language, known only to me. I'm sure some can understand this, but I guess most won't.
I guess all I can say about it, is it's a place of wonderment I like to spend my time in...