He awoke one morn,

To find himself

In a state unknown

His mind

Detached from

His body

Physical,

Mental,

Both apart

From each other

His brain,

Filled with queer thoughts

That reverberated

Through his head

Staring

For hours on end

At a leaf

Floating in a pond

Great wisdom

Pulled forth

In a way

Some call

Madness

Random spurts of

Knowledge

Unacceptable by humankind

And then,

Midday came

And he realized

History,

Mathematics,

Language Arts,

All are omnipresent

Yet no use at all

What is the meaning of Life

He asked himself

Nothing, he replied

Nothing.