The closest I came to an esoteric or so-called spiritual experience when I was a child was when, from time to time, I would contemplate on the universe having no end, that it simply went on forever – infinite/ eternal time and space. I would have a powerfully vertiginous sensation in my body, whatever thoughts I had leading up to the experience dissolved and I was left, just for a moment, hanging… nowhere. It felt like I had disappeared and there was just… everything. And then shortly after I would resolve back to the relative finite world of meaning and certainty. Every time this happened I distinctly remember saying to myself: ‘That was weird.’
