The Discovery

Wrapped in a cloak of mesmerizing actions, no one noticed the old man slip through the crowd and into a thin opening between two buildings. In a deft movement he walked straight towards the opening, turned sideways, and slipped between the brick structures.

The throng of bodies and heat and breath were replaced with an immovable closeness that opened upwards, revealing a bright blue line, and forwards, revealing a dark path with shimmering purple crystals. To his mind, he knew the path led into darkness, but all that was required was the light of knowledge to lead the way. He continued on.

Pushing his way down the opening, he stepped down after coming to a break in the purple light that he walked over. Looking back revealed a golden sliver, the light above was distant, even the purple crystals gave off a surprising amount of light in the depths. He looked down and saw a darkness that did not mix with the darkness below it. Stepping down into the void there his foot was met with a solid thud and an echo reverberating off of unseen walls. The old man brought his other foot onto the platform that he could not see so that he could no longer see the purple crystal path, neither could he see his feet.

Gently, cautiously, slightly welling up with fear, he tapped the darkness with his foot, but there was nothing to note. The old man stood there for a moment, and decided to sit on the ledge. He dangled his feet down into the darkness that was above a deeper darkness. He could feel his legs dangling over the ledge, but could not see them. Swinging them back and forth there seemed to be nothing below him, as there did not seem to be any ledge beneath where he was sitting. The old man sat contemplatively, as was his habit, and he looked up at the thin pillar of blue sky which struck itself across an infinite darkness. He placed his hands onto the ledge beside where he knew his knees were, but could not see neither his knees nor his hands. The old man noted that there was no feeling of the ledge; there was no coldness, no roughness, no hardness, nothing to take note of. It was to him like looking behind his own head.

Nervously, he gently let himself slide down into the darkness, without touching a thing, and then he let go of the ledge. He screamed as he plummeted into the darkness below, waiting for his demise.

The old man thought to give himself one last look up at the blue ribbon he had abandoned as despair filled the void left by life, yet when he looked up, there was the ledge with the path of purple crystals leading back to a thin golden sliver of light filled with throngs of people, kaleidoscopes of places, and everything that made up all things.

Despite the feeling of falling into this abyss, he knew without a shadow of a doubt, that he must continue on, for the feeling did not match reality or perhaps in this darkness beneath, his perception of reality no longer applied.

Turning his back on that golden sliver which he noted held up a blue pendent surrounded in darkness, he urged himself forward into what he could not perceive nor tell any story of nor understand nor record. Yet, he urged himself forward.