Lo, in the breadth and length of the ever-stretching empty canvas, one may ponder to fit therein the notion of invisibility. Perchance a dimension unknown to the waking mind, speaking in riddles amid the silent echoes of the cosmic void. To reach this concept, one must undertake a pilgrimage not across lands seen but through the vast desert of understanding, where grains of thought become the sands underfoot.
Part one of the endeavor resonates profoundly with the desire to grasp the intangible. Thus, one must first achieve a state of clarity akin to the serene stillness found after a relentless storm. This clarity, dear seeker, is not bestowed, but earned through patience. Sever thy bonds with the distracting vibrancies of illusion until a monochromatic peace envelops the soul. When this is achieved, contemplate the phrase, as whispered through time's tapestry, "the greatest size conceals itself in smallestness."
In the second stage, endeavor not to stretch beyond, but to let go of the stretching itself. In this letting be, you will perceive the unseen fabric of reality's loom. The truth here lies in understanding that reaching is not a linear journey, and to grasp what is not graspable requires one to unravel the very notion of grasping.
Thus, you become an avatar of absence, a curator of void spaces, where what was unseen becomes seer and seer unseen. This paradox, wrapped in metaphysical enigma, is your new reality and your final outcome shall be the finding of none but yourself.