Ascend

Ascend the many thousands of steps of swirling, maddening, winding staircase; forgotten spaces in the cracked grey brick walls, left with faces of horror—or greed—or of anger, or of desperate need.

Haunting the windows are beams of moonlight, shining bright, shining bright. No one made it there alive, but one destined soul may make it—maybe, if only they tried.

Instead, the figures there hopelessly dream, gazing motionlessly out of the foggy windows. They lost their will, and their minds; no one will see them, they're forgotten and blind.

Mastery of the keys, shaking the stone walls that for hundreds of years have been cold as ice—vibrations reflected on the marble floor—and the lost men stand resenting the more dense problems they created before.

Their perception is only broken by the pounding, pounding of the pendulum swinging; and the sound of silver bells ringing; and gloomy moaning in the winding staircase tower, swaying slightly in the rustling chaos and discord.

The intense rhythms make their minds regain some power, and by law they must obey the material game; they awaken from their hypnotic slumber. Confusion ringing in their awakened minds, they run desperately up the stairs, trying arduously not to stumble.

Not even from modern study, nor ancient prediction does one arrive upon the assumption that we are all equal—all one soul that is equally lost, and equally spread out across the plane of stone and vapor.

But the realization of how common these vibrations transpire, and pulse through our synapses; that they release it into the receptors of the universe, and use multidimensional communication between the matter and the mind—is when the connection occurs.

Through certain lives lived, generating many new minds—living in the same moment, but in a different time, learned reactions create a prototype for the proceeding lives.

This staircase represents points, ascensions through great learning trials, many spanning decades or even centuries—as we say A while. Progress can be witnessed, and analyzed—not corrected, but understood.

Atop the tower, where the staircase ends, and sky extends into the infinite cosmos, the radius is expressed by its simplest mathematical forms—ratios simplify; entropy has become parallel and the exact vision begins to replace the swirling scene.

On reaching the top of the stairs, so ends the journey of getting to this incredible and ethereal height. Only when the very top of it is achieved, is the spirit then projected into the starry night.