Drifting Through Open Space...

Through another set of slightly smaller doors is a veldt awash in magnificent creatures of day and night, all sizes and shapes. Another set of doors reveals a harem of towering, smiling men and stunning women with luxurious eyes. You pass through more doors, and more, and more, each slightly smaller than the last but each with new revelatory fascinations. Then the doors seem to vanish. One is no longer in magical space, but in a small room. There are watercolors and prints on the wall, and a set of furniture with leather seats. Then that room vanishes, and another room appears,, with blue walls. And another, but in this room the ceiling is so low one much crouch. And another room and another, each with smaller space. Then you are crawling in a space too small to stand at all, then another space where you are pressed on all sides, and become sweaty and hot and frightened. Then another smaller space. You are lying down face-first with no vision except ahead, into darkness, but there is nowhere else to go so you squeeze through, pressing against the walls, poked suddenly by sharpness, burned by sudden heat. Then there is a slightly larger space where you can sit up and breathe. You rest for a while, panting, then press on through more small space, then that space disappears and you are in a smaller space. You make yourself smaller, and smaller, to squeeze tightly, through anything, you force and drive and push.

That sounds like fun, doesn't it?  The above is a representation of how we got here and what is going on compared to what was going on. We are moving into smaller areas, relatively, and it seems the smaller our perspective, the less pleasant and free life becomes. How to reverse it?

Well, like the person above, we are facing one way. There is another way to go.

Back. Back, crawling in reverse toward the veldt, toward the cathedral, toward the free and open space. It is there, all of it. We just don't remember because we have been crawling so long. We have looked ahead, not behind us. And crawling backwards, with one's heinie exposed to the elements, seems a bit dangerous. But you have already been there. You were there and got here, no?

It may take crawling backward for awhile to get through to where you breathe a lot easier. But it doesn't take that long, really. You may find yourself squeezing through some tight spots. But the openness is there. The wonders are there. If you wish, look and see.