A translucent door would lead me into a meditation chamber flooded with crystal light.

Here I ponder on the word reflection; is it merely because we have so much memory to draw upon, along with knowledge from long ago that we have come across – that we seem to become confused about what it means to reflect?

Many have said that the last person you get to meet in life is yourself, yet we live with ourselves every day and night. At the same time, we change every day and every night – forever adjusting to the waves of life.

As we differ from others – to me it raises questions of how much we are alike in reality…

I lost myself on that train of thought for a moment, but it seemed that everything could be summarized within the mathematics of a common denominator.

Is this not where we find understanding? Is this not where a conversation begins and ends?

At this point sheets of glass became clear around me in hexagon shapes, floating around me and turning in a slow motion.

The tracks of mine, in the floorless space hung as the only reminder as to where the exit is.

I looked back and thought to myself I needed some more contemplation because I was onto something.

Deep breaths guided me deeper…

If we do live in infinity – it would be something we would have to cultivate.

It would be a way of life and survival. Yet survival without the necessity for darkness.

The clue I had was the introduction of colour. White and black are concepts personified too greatly in my mind and this is mostly due to fear and the triumph over it.

Do we bolster so much frustration and drive to succeed, only to reach point after point and never realize we were always there.

If I forego my incessant need to overcome the darkness and arrive yet in or within another point of light I might be able to finally calm down in the colour…