But this time the landing is postponed. The falling somehow transforms into a kind of swimming. You are floating on the surface of a river that flows vertically. You are swimming slowly down a waterfall. And while you are descending to an unknown place, voices like the ones you heard in the sculpture park before start whispering into your ear along with the water’s ripples.


Do not say that you know the whole spiritual heritage at best can give only incomplete information they reveal upon the plane of the “purest” spiritual activity are we to find the meaning of these let it live with you, leaving it in the half-dark, messages transmitted born anew in the brain structure of every individual


But unlike the cacophonic speech from earlier, this chaos of words is like a caress, it’s like these voices wanted to lull you into sleep…which they succeeded in doing