You do not need your tent. You do not need your self. You do not need the you that is. You are the night, and you are eternal. You are now the shadow that moves with the Earth, endlessly walking with midnight -- And quite rapidly, too. At this latitude, you scoot about at a brisk couple hundred miles per hour. You are the space between the stars, you are infinite, you are absence, the void, and the not. You embrace the contradiction and let your consciousness be and un-be. With the night you march into forever.