This isn't a void, it's just intermission

When the sound of your own breathing becomes an irritation you might think that something was wrong. Or you might think that your focus was misdirected - instead of hearing your breath you should have been seeing the ice and water droplets cascading rhythmically off the cupola. Perhaps you should have smelled the aroma of warm, comforting sandalwood wafting up the open staircase from the bedroom below. Maybe instead you should have paid heed to the feel of the cat's cold nose on the back of your neck. Our earthly senses deceive us... pay them no mind. Live with your heart...