I have said before: There are only sensations and our making sense of those sensations. I am not the first to come up with this conclusion of course. So I never really had felt its meaning, until a few days ago. As I was meditating the other day I suddenly realized how ethereal and intangible our everyday experience actually is. I knew this before, but this time I felt for the first time how even my body may not exactly be what I think it is. I suddenly felt as if I was an energy field, a web of sensation, breathing itself to life. There was little: just the movement of the breath and these sensations or some sort of energy. I felt as if my head had disappeared for it was not touching any clothing or anything, and I could not clearly know where I ended and where space began but by a few sensations. I felt energized but also scared, it felt so alienesque to me. Luckily opening my eyes a little I saw my body again, felt my head, everything was back to as I know it. But this experience of my body as pure sensation was so special, I think I won't ever forget it.