Imagine in any way you are able to picture it: a state of perfect balance. There is no movement. There is no sound. It is like a white that knows no black. Like a black that knows no white. There is no direction, no momentum, there is no going and no returning. Imagine from this place, a pure and clear intention, a thought that barely has any weight or form or smell, but is distinct and perfectly in tune with its own being. This pure vibration, this direction, this creation, is never alone, because the balance that was, still is, and this balance is eternal and undisturbed. Every intention, every vibration, every color, every sound, form and direction is creating its opposite, at precisely the moment it is being created by its opposite.