Sunday, April 17, 2011

Passage

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.






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