Waiting

The walls, the stone floor, the sharp edges of shadow, everything here invites the pilgrim to wait: there is no rush.

This is an antechamber, a place for the soul to reflect, for the mind to accept.

The journey may take a day, or a year, or a thousand years, at the end, time no longer flows: it is just now, forever.

If you have come thus far, friend, leave behind any doubt you may have: in front of you, in these long corridors, is infinity.