Seconds pass as the heart beats, and the dream transforms into an experience of the room. The abstract of the dream is received and thoughts of the past and future arrive.

All of a sudden you know:

The organism you come from embraces safety, or rather trust. And the story goes, that you can let yourself fall.

I say it's more like landing.

Some say you're brave, but you're confused about this. Falling ... landing ...

You and I think it might come, or it might not.

Now I have to say that falling can be very slight and very light, it does not depend on anything, it has no cause and effect, it is not called anything either, it is not a goal, a category or can be assessed.

You realize it's there, and yet it doesn't exist.
However, you ask:
"Isn't it physical?"

You're still asking questions.

Then one day you sense a hand on your right shoulder, and you spontaneously feel gratitude, peace, trust, security, love.

"I have love."