"I was holding a feather, which was left by an owl which visited me the night before... While holding the feather gently between my fingers, I felt the movement of the feather, reacting to even the gentlest breeze.

I see the feather to be a kind of seismograph, depicting the something in the nothing. Being in a closed room with no stimuli but the gently balanced feathers, you notice how much is happening.."