The passage leads not to the land of Bliss, but of liberation
The passage closes on those who judges a person not by his speech and thoughts, but by who he is
The passage ends in front of a door
The door, covered by layers and layers of web, says:
in neon lighting, vaguely visible through the sequined weaving of the web.
I froze. Along with my mind, my body, my soul, and their time.