He was creating space.
He was creating space in his heart and in his life.
He felt the space to open – he could literally feel the space in his chest.
It was exactly like a hurricane. I was a black hole.
And expanded, more and more, further and further, stronger and stronger, with each second.
He was being sucked in. And he was being pushed out.
But his feet were cold, and he was not comfortable. No, not all. Not yet. He felt that everything he did was totally unnecessary, and yet he knew it was so important.
Importante. Wichtig.
So he started putting words out to the Universe.