Bring your whole self now into that tight circle occupied exclusively by your most secluded thoughts.
You’ll find within that still uninstructed space shrewdness enough to delight all the pharaohs and the kings and the court jesters you once read about. And you’ll revel in those random silences intended only for those whose hearts and minds are made of sturdier stuff (about which you, in your pretense, claim to know nothing).
Enter, observe, engage.
Begin by timing all the nothingness between the notes. Decode thereafter the invisible scrawlings etched inside that prison gate.
Then carry yourself home, if you must.
But do not fail to enter.
For this is where everything was first envisioned.
And this is where you will, at long last, return.
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