A Singularity of Purpose

No one has entered this place before you, and one will follow.1

Everything about you is black, dark and tranquil, content and stationary in its existence. 2

But at the center of this Place, there is a field of crystalline lights, through which you walk as you search for the right one.3

You can only choose once, and you'll have to live with it.4

Which one? A first kiss, a singular touch, a perfect scene in nature?5

No. None of those is right.6

But...7

Ah.8

There it is.9

Amidst the field of soft white light, there is a small rosy hue which emanates from a single point, and you go to it.10

Hello.11

Hello, you say.12

Is that it?13

Yes. I think so, you say.14

Are you certain?15

No. Should I be?16

No. Nothing is certain here.17

I think that that is it.18

Alright then. So be it.19

Rain, dark skies and soft clouds. A thousand thousand angels soar and bounce, dip and twirl, sing and make love, but you do not hear it.20

The world is ablaze. There is birth and death gain and loss and the collective cry of life burns out around you, but you do not feel it.21

All the colors are running together, empires rise and fall in the wink of an eye, hellos and good-byes are currency for beggars, but you do not see it.22

The Two of You hear only one thing.23

The Two of You see only one thing.24

The Two of You feel only one thing.25

It was a good choice.