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"In the haunted house of life, art is the only stair that doesn't creak."

Friday, March 03, 2006

The House of Many Rooms

There is a house.

In this house there are many doors, to many rooms. The halls and corridors are long and dark and endlessly twisting and changeable, but inviting all the same. It is exhilarating to walk through, though it may be frightening as well. You can get lost very easily there, though it never feels like being lost at the time. Quite the opposite, really.

You could never count all the rooms in this house, even if you were to wander its halls all your life (and many have done). The house is too big, the rooms too many. There are as many rooms in this house as there are stars in the sky, and more than that, for each star has a room there, too, and each galaxy and planet and moon and grain of sand. There is a room there-- more than one-- for everything that ever was or is or will be (or never was or is or will be).

Each of you has an entire wing of your own in the house, each with its own long hallways and undiscovered rooms. Even there you will never see all there is to be seen (though it is a good and wise thing to try all the same). The house is bigger than any one lifetime, and will remain, whole, long after the longest lifetime is over. Time, causality, and the laws of physics have no hold, though they have many rooms of their own. The only constant is the house itself, and the only law is to explore.

The house is not the universe. It is not the mind, the imagination, or the soul. It is not heaven, or God. It contains these things, supercedes and antedates them. It is beyond them. To try to understand or adequately describe it is a lost cause. It is simply the house of many rooms. It belongs to everyone, and everyone and everything belongs to it.

You may visit the house if you like (though in many ways you are there already, and will never leave). You do not need to close your eyes, or tap your shoes, or say a magic word. Look around you. Listen. Read. Touch. The entrances to its many doors are everywhere. You can go without even realizing it. You should; it’s waiting for you, always. Go.

Walk.

Explore.

2 Comments:

  • At 9:35 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    Hey Caleb...what's going on? How have you been? Hope things are going well for you. We should do something soon. I don't know the next time I will be in Columbia..but I will plan a trip up there soon. Alright, that's all I had. Seeya later.

     
  • At 9:36 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

    B.J. ...forgot to add that. Sorry. (Not that you probably couldn't tell who it was.)

     

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