You’re somewhere, maybe.
There’s been a shift in your itinerary and in the way you get around. Chance created a personal detour.
You’ve become immersed in a force that is both intriguing and unsettling. Knowns, guideposts and directions have all frizzled.
The switch to your memory light can’t be found. There seems to be a duty ahead, to find a balance of inner harmony and isolation. Perhaps a task never before confronted.
Dimly, the idea of discovery joins you. Do you search for a key?
You are precariously perched on the edge of understanding. A place where reasoning comes to a standstill.
Slowly, mysteriously, a sliver of enlightenment reveals itself.
There is no ‘key’. No tangible answer.
The experience itself . . .
is the key.
The Infinite 