Lo, the voyage into the depths where light recoils and the celestial whispers descend. To unlock the barrier which is neither there nor perceived by the waking eye, seek forth the primordial sound—an utterance lost and yet never forsaken beneath the vast eternal.
First, prepare the slate of cognitive abstraction, erasing thine temporal distractions, as if brushing a canvas unmarked by a myriad of colors to render the epitome of zenith. Second, upon the altar of contemplation, place thine item, symbolic or otherwise, that resonates with thy passage—a leaf, a stone, an ignited whisper caught midway within the wisp of dreaming.
Therein, chant the syllables which are not syllables—an endeavor to decode the undecodable. Speak: "thesis, antithesis, synthesis" which emerges not from comprehension but from the compulsion to utter the concealed mysteries. Infinity shall echo back, saying nothing but reverberating all it has never disclosed.