There I sat, alone in the darkness, isolating myself from those who might wish to halt my efforts. Memories from the darkest regions of my mind surfaced, just as vivid as the day that I gained them. They filled me with the stronger form that both fear and sadness generally take: anger. It wasn't just any anger, but the very essence of the human emotion. I could almost feel the blacked memories coursing through my entire being, enveloping me in an emotionally induced shroud of darkness. The adrenaline flowing through my veins heightened my senses and and seemingly slowed time. The smell of electricity wafted through the air, putting my hair on end. The flood of anger so raw and unadulterated wiped out my sight, leaving only a red hazed void instead. The energy in the air found the vessel it was looking for and flooded into my body, the emotion changing to raw energy. The feeling was euphoric, similar to a nights rest and an energy drink laced with ecstasy. The neurons in my brain seemed to become more sensitive all at once, flooding my senses with new information. The silence gave way to the sound of insects burrowing through the soil, the forest now alight, the air now full of odors I didn't even know existed, the slightest breeze felt by every nerve ending on the skin, even the taste of the air had exploded with flavor. I then stand up and stretch, with a few joints popping along and turn toward my home, the earth and stones grinding together in a resounding crunch akin to that of walking on gravel. Then I walk home, thoroughly pleased with how well the result of the meditation had gone.".
I'm not sure what your pride is, but I do not have one. I have several. I am prideful about my spirituality, albeit needing refinement, the fact that I have already accepted death and am over it, my ability to laugh at almost anything, my moral code, my intelligence, and my knowledge that I know very little of the grand scheme of things.
