The Door

There it is — the door. A swirling mass of greyness, a void of unknown possibilities.

Scary.

It takes a profound shift of awareness to see that it’s more than emptiness, it’s a blank page.

The matrix construct is delusional but it still has rules, it must have or risk collapse. Rules are the loophole. The secret construction tip.

I can use them too.

Suddenly, the void isn’t so scary, it’s the stuff of dreams.

I settle the messenger bag across my shoulders and walk on through

out of the old

and into a new world of my own creation.