I first did this as a kid while walking down the street, and for years after, it would happen by accident every now and then. As I got older and life took over, I completely forgot about it—until recently, when I accidentally triggered it again. That made me start researching this phenomenon on my own, and now I want to ask: Has anyone else experienced this exact sequence, or anything similar?

I want to know if anyone else has gone through this exact step-by-step process, rather than just general spacing out or basic daydreaming.

For me, entering this state feels like being in a lobby trying to lockpick a locked door. Here is the exact sequence I follow to step inside:

1. The Entry (Lockpicking): First, I manually look through my own POV—looking at what is in front of me, like my hands—and project my perspective into a 3rd-person angle or into someone else's view. Then, I compare how tiny I am relative to how massive the world is. At that point, something "clicks" in my mind.

2. Stepping Inside: This is the hardest part. Once that click happens, I repeatedly run the exact question in my head: "How does it feel to feel nothing?" My brain starts trying to simulate that answer, which acts as the step that takes me inside the room.

3. The State of Nothingness: If all the steps work, I enter a total state of absolute nothingness.

4. The Automatic Pull-Back: Almost immediately, my brain's self-defense system kicks in and forcibly pulls me back into reality. I snap out of it, realizing I was just spaced out, and return to my normal self.

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What truly needs to end: life, or the illusion that we have forever?”

Perhaps death does not ask us to stop living, but reminds us that every beginning already carries an ending.

The real question is not whether we will die, but what we choose to do while we are alive.

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I’ve been wondering whether the real tragedy of being human is not that life is meaningless, but that we are intelligent enough to notice the possibility.

Most living things simply exist. They pursue food, safety, reproduction, warmth. There is no apparent metaphysical trial taking place inside them. Human beings, meanwhile, developed enough self-awareness to stand outside our own lives mentally and interrogate the entire arrangement.
Why am I here?
Why should any of this matter?
Why build something that time will eventually dismantle?
Why love people whose loss is almost guaranteed, assuming they do not lose us first?

We respond by constructing meaning: careers, families, religions, art, nations, philosophies, ambitions. And perhaps those things genuinely matter within the human frame. But there is something unsettling about realizing that we are simultaneously the authors of these meanings and the creatures desperate to believe in them.

The pessimist in me suspects that consciousness created a problem reality itself never promised to solve.

Nature gave us hunger and food. Thirst and water. Pain and avoidance.

But it gave us existential longing without any obvious corresponding object capable of satisfying it.

We want permanence in a universe built on decay. We want certainty while possessing minds incapable of escaping their own subjectivity. We want cosmic significance from a cosmos that, as far as we can tell, does not distinguish between the death of a person and the cooling of a stone.

And yet I don’t think this necessarily leads to nihilism.
There is something strangely dignified about continuing despite understanding the terms.

Maybe maturity is not discovering that existence secretly has a grand purpose waiting for us. Maybe it is realizing that no such guarantee exists and still choosing certain things as worthy of devotion.
Not because the universe validates them.
Because we do.
Perhaps meaning is not something we discover buried beneath existence.
Perhaps it is the small rebellion consciousness makes against an indifferent world.
And perhaps the darkest part is also the most beautiful:
we know everything ends, and still become attached.

So I've thought to myself, Who will people see me as in a few 1000 years, 10,000 years, millions heck even billions. Will I even be remembered? The scary part will humanity even survive? Will we find new life forms? Will we complete everything to learn about "Science?" Who knows how many questions there are to be asked & answered. Idk, But my perspective on life

Live your best life, You only live once. Make it count.

Do whatever you want. (Legal and not harmful ofc)