There is a feeling I can't put into words—the feeling that everything, including fear, has crumbled into nothingness. Knowing there is nothing to fear, you are still insecure because, somewhere deep down, you know you are no longer human. All emotions are restrained within, hollow, might describe part of it. The fading dread from fear itself is the surface to which you would refer, so that you can attempt to grasp on the edge of your remaining humanity with your meaningless skills of voice emitting and ability to use symbols to represent concepts, the illusory action humanity took as imagination.From a third-person perspective, you saw no point in expressing yourself because it did not completely reflect your thoughts to the outside world.You are left alone with this feeling, alienated from one another. It is neither negative nor positive; it takes the form of chaos but exhibits a clean pattern that is stable and crystal clear, the calmness that a storm would exhibit if it learned mercy.It is nothing, while being everything.

Dorcelessness is the name I gave to this sensation.