As i look down the sky is still forming. Whipped cream topping blue leather as i drift slowly across the jet stream. I am sitting where the angels sit in a small childs dream. A coat of feathers dawns upon me as the destination draws nearer. The beauty of Saint Pepsi drowns my ears. I feel as i will touch space and beyond, but the dark mountain above my head prevents me from doing so. My eyes are blocked by the coats of feathers. I see nothing but white suade and the left wing that sits upon my back. As if the sky is mocking me and distorting the beauty in this world. As i touch my head against my personal television screen, i see more of the wonders of nothing. This is where the world is peaceful. There is where angels must sleep. This is the pillow that supports God at night. Such wonderful nothingness. It makes me feel calm and peaceful. This is the Journey of Peaceful Nothing.