Guiding my fingers to each key. My brain worked incessantly as letters are stringed into words , words into sentences , so on , and so forth. Call it Zen , call it Emptiness , call it Meditation , whatever... But this was the only way I could fill my 'hole' with warmth and fulfillment. At least this is the only way I am inclined anyways. We humans are pretty ironic you see. We go through the effort to dig and dig . Working endlessly to bury ourselves into work , into sports , into love . And when all that fails? We start to notice the holes we dug. First 'hole' you notice is always ... Health , be it mental or physical. Decay and deterioration of the sole/soul factor that keeps us alive. Usually when we notice it , its too late. Especially for the Elites ... Elite folks that use drills , their progression is fast and results are wealthy . Yet the air they breathe are dry and dusty , their lungs fail fast as they