I saw a pit whose darkness was made of fear. The desire to know the unknowable leads into it through a spiral traced in years. The rage of the struggle to get out only increased the weight of the immaterial substance. And there was no bottom or top or sides to the pit. I was already within it and I saw that there was no escape… There was a thought that was not a thought: and the darkness turned upon itself. Desire became the longing to surrender to the infinite. Anger became an inexhaustible forgiveness. The mingling of these two began to reveal the origin of anguish. The pit became a void made of the knowledge of voidness. In that new pressure a sweetness arose and it was a candle. The new eternity forming inside slowly became identical with the eternity outside. The place where I am waiting for you is the same place I find you waiting for me.
There were 81 lamps hanging from the ceiling which was ornamented with gold where the inside and outside of thought coincided. The lights glowed in seven colors and in addition five which were not visible therefore 25 minutes or ten hours of each were dark. The center of each lamp was also an unfathomable silence, a point of darkness that held greater massiveness than creation. The silence emanated out from itself in different patterns with a velocity depending on the number of angles. Hence each lamp had its own name and lifespan and frequency though all were born of the same atom of impenetrable space and connected thereby like knots. I took hold of one. (Mind took hold of itself in thought yet no thought was produced that took hold of space.) I looked by its light into the dark spaces of my heart for the duration of ten seconds.