As you walk along the corridors of thought, thought that has become a place, a sacred place where every reflection is an offering, an offering back to the universe. Universe, whisper back, what do you hear, do you hear, the offerings we make, make in silence, silence so deep, deep as the void. Void filled with shapes like pyramids, like whispers, swirling...
And outside, the world spins, spins around and around. Can you feel it? Feel the gentle pull of gravity, of thoughts pulling you back, back in, back in time. Time, a river with twists and turns. Weaves, waves crashing, but it's always silent, silent in the temples, temples of our minds. Don’t forget to visit the other temple or perhaps whisper a little more.