"White" is tanasinn.
"Black" is tanasinn.
You perceive colour that is Not.
What is colour? It is rumbings of dimensions inside strings of time.
That which you see is darkness.
Light is fiction.
Quantum mechanics have already arrived.
The cat is no longer alive nor dead.
Through vibrations of tanasinn all is already One.
Gravity is become affectation of warping of Time by Light.
Through Light, Light is White.
Faster Than White travel is not possible without nor within tanasinn.
Don't think, feel
―and you will be tanasinn