There is something special about the night, there is something liberating about the darkness of the night.

When you are standing in the middle of nowhere, on a cold winter’s night, feeling the coldness hold onto you, it’s like a zing of pureness that shoots through you.

The zing-pure is the something that lights up your brain with the possibilities of life, it opens your eyes to the creative light that comes from a cold dark winter’s night.

There is another special place-time, it’s the slender time between the pure darkness of the night and the warming glow of the day. It’s the short interlude of inbetweeness. It’s that non-descript moment.

Throughout our lives, there are lots of these non-descript moments that get lost in all of the white noise that is our everyday existence. The white noise is a requirement of life and is the parchment on which the events of our life is written onto. The white noise binds these events together and gives them a rich context of expression.

zing-pure is the punctuation of the white noise. It’s the non-descript; it’s the inbetweeness between the white noise.

zing-pure is what makes us, us; makes you, you; makes human, human.

The next time you are alone in the darkness, try and see if you can find the zing-pure, try and see if you can sense it, feel it. Enjoy the journey it will take you on, enjoy the moment, enjoy the inbetweeness of thought.

Look for the punctuation in the white noise; look for the zing-pure that will light up your brain with inspirational possibilities of life.