The Furry Fury preferred a plethora of names, for it seemed that such an approach was perhaps the closest he could come to not having one. For it was over so many years & at numerous & particular intervals prior that he’d felt: the difficult-to-describe-yet-clear-to-the-heart feeling (or sensation) of not having a name at all. These moments (like so much of what’s formative in a roo’s life) always arose unprompted, and furthermore tended to end as abruptly as they’d begun. In a certain respect, one could perhaps liken such an experience to walking along in total darkness when suddenly… /////!, you find yourself within a shaft of light, able to see everything clearly & for the first time— even if this aforesaid “everything” is but a slow swirl of theretofore unseen dust particles, gently-chaotically inhabiting an otherwise-emptiness so newly illuminated.

Put another way: you’re walking within a pitchblackdarkness, moving one foot before the other & then the other before the one, steadily & at a pace of unwavering stride. You’ve felt & known this body for forever— having, what’s more, regarded it as yours. Not least of all because any option for regarding it otherwise would essentially be impossible. And should ever there arise desire to question this body’s reality? By merely stopping to scratch your head & ponder the question, the very fact of feeling your fingers coming into contact with your head precludes the need of employing said head for aforesaid pondering: by default (as well as by touch), it’s a given: you have a body.
        With the readeroo now bearing in mind these obvious bits— i.e., knowing what it’s like to 1) question one’s physical reality & 2) answer the question by moving to scratch one’s pate— now imagine what it would be like to walk under a spotlight, looking down to where your body ought be, but finding only dust drifting slowly through space.

Probably, the most significant aspect to understand about the experience is this: that rather than seeing “something” in the what-was-nothing of darkness, one perceives the what-seemed-to-be-something of you: as actually being “nothing.”