The Zone

The zone is where I find myself when no one is home. When I am not here, I am there. When I am there, I am not here. The important thing about the zone is that it transcends. It has no form. It has no feeling. It has no motive. It has no self. It swallows, but it does not chew.

I love the zone.

When I am in the zone, I have no fear. No earthly force would dare intrude.

I am safe. I am alone. I am everything. I am nothing. I am, for all practical purposes, out of order. I have no earthly responsibility. My mind wanders. Matter of fact, everything wanders. Only time stands still. And then, as if by courier, the message comes to me. And the zone disappears.

I have no control over the zone. It owns me. It comes and goes as it pleases, and leaves me to pick up the pieces. I don't mind. I like to think it has chosen me, for I certainly haven't chosen it. Where does one shop for such a thing. And more importantly, how?

The zone is where I go when I have nothing better to do. Or be. The zone rules. It is everything I've ever wanted in my whole life. If only I could control it, life would be . . . zoneless.