In the mythical world of the Senetha, there is a place to go to; it’s a place people would love to seek to get away from the daily stresses and problems of life. Although not mentioned in the story “A Journey of a Thousand Seasons,” it was a natural place where the homes of desert dwellers called the Seicula lived in dome-shaped houses that would reappear and disappear; some individual houses and whole villages never come back from the other worlds. That is how the villages overcame threats by disappearing into other worlds.

Living somewhere that is empty; empty is often an enclosed cube with nothing inside; everything is blank, with one’s thoughts, physical objects will appear, furniture and objects for daily use, such things could be erased, and something else put in its place. There were control systems for restraints. One could get into trouble by creating something dangerous and life-threatening through the mind because anything in the cube doesn’t bring the best results. Imagine thinking about a tiger that appears suddenly. One could be in danger; safety is put in place if the cube likes someone; it will protect them with greater security. The cube was not a technology thing created by someone. They were just there. It was never asked what the origin of the cubes was. Once there were powerful places that were not cubes, but they functioned similarly, but in these places, only the high Aura-Laei-I scholars and learned people could function in such dangerous areas. These people had a tremendous intellectual power beyond human capacity; they perceived everything was seen and unseen; they could be everything scholar-scientist-artist-artisan-engineer, scientist-farmer-engineer, or farmer-artist; they learned and knew everything, not all of it is learned from books. Living with nothing or nowhere, people who didn’t wish to be bothered could create their own world as they wanted without any interference from society. These people found that they lived a lonely existence with pretend peoples and things, using all the solid items as if nature had made them. It became true that the real natural world had more excitement and variety, a person’s thoughts that created simulations of people that seemed or were real.

Some people live in a place without substance a business that could be all white or dark after a while they don’t know where they are although they had initially created a world from that void, the creations could disappear if they were not held by the creator’s mind. Some found a void they couldn’t escape from. No map or anyone could take them out of there if anything went wrong. They could linger and die, some have found a way out, but many do not.

Originally the nowhere place was a world for meditation; the priests once went there to live and contemplate; who were they? For priests, it was considered a temple. Time has made the priests abandon the temples because few people became priests. Scavengers and squatters eventually made it a place for themselves to live in as a home. Children had turned some abandoned temples into clubhouses; spouses went there to run away from bad relationships. Nowhere voids never worked out for some people; these voids had their thoughts and never let people go or enslaved them. In truth, people enslaved themselves through their beliefs and attitudes; eventually, if their attitudes changed, they came out of the void, or it just released them.

The nowhere could appear to be a forest or beach when there were no people; the mind of an individual or something else recycles the forms through other people’s opinions or thoughts or imitates reality. Anything could be nowhere, and the actual nowhere is where anything comes to life from the mind or delusions. The nowhere is our own reality in the everyday real world; even without the void, a forest or city could be anything, but is it an empty void? Is it void of everything? The opening is unseen and unrealized when a person is not thinking about it but does the hole still exist? This void, is it physical, or is it, perhaps, a state of mind? A person is a void when they act on another person’s opinion or becomes a slave to what is written. This is what the Senetha and other peoples try to avoid; they are advised and trained by the masters of the nowhere, advising them to find the reality for them; not all people of the mythical world go through this training.

Some people live in the nowhere; through their mind, they live in the sky, in the clouds, in very slow air currents, in a blue-sky void; the nowhere is used to create hastily put-together dwellings made out of any kind of material formed into odd artistic shapes. Each person living in one of those nowhere dwellings has their perception of reality. Sometimes they live in a world that is oblivious to others around them. To the Senetha, in a sense, such things happen in the real world; peoples, neighbors, and places all around them have their own reality and are oblivious to everything.

The nowhere is a real place; it’s a way of thinking. Perhaps it’s a fear of what is real or what isn’t. People walk away from society to search for things and realities; people have the freedom to choose the one they want.

People had studied the nowhere place without genuinely figuring out; why it and why does it exist? Will it continue to exist. Some of the nowhere places are becoming inhabited, and one day, they will not be a void anymore, they will be a place of life, a nation of people. As people continue to find isolated areas, perhaps the nowhere won’t exist; each person who continues to live in the nowhere creates their nowhere place as an island of isolation within the nowhere.

It was reasoned by some if something didn’t exist, then an idea comes brought to a process of creation then it becomes tangible. Where was that creation before it was thought of? That is why there are people who look for nowhere, trying to open its doors, thinking that it’s an elusive place to find things, secrets, where they go to think. They think of a place where there is no form, where they can make a world to their liking. In the tangible world, people go to ruined cities or towns to live to be alone; this is the nowhere place in the material. The actual nowhere is where nothing exists or wishes to exist. A place where there is only a white horizon. Where things appear as they imagine them to be, a world of their own.

As an inventor of things would look towards the white horizon, images appear, mathematical symbols, words, and phrases, then the inventor’s mind connects things to some device, or visual image emerges, the final details just come together, then they are made tangible by the inventor.

The nowhere place is a metaphor for the blank piece of paper. Anything is written or drawn on it as things are imagined. Drawings of items are made bare, like ideas, mistakes, and starting again, and it’s this soul creating a place that becomes a reality out of the minds of people. In the quiet moments is where creation reaches what is inside us.

In the mythical world, nowhere is a genuine place where energy is created, and thoughts designed to become a reality. When a pen draws something, lines are sketched in the air, and it becomes a tangible thing.

Robert J. Matsunaga