Light and space
It's a peculiar sensation to cross the Wilson Tunnel. The brightly colored walls seem to have lost all substance. Walking is like floating in space. How does it work?
Warning signs tell us to stay on the black path. Although the goal, the target of this little voyage beckons us with a homely glow, I felt a hesitation in myself and other visitors to enter this traverse. Is it safe to step into pure light?
Light cannot be touched - it touches us. Overwhelmingly blue in this case. Walking in light I noticed that the usual fuzz in my head slowed down. I just felt aware of being there - as long as it lasted. Nothing more, nothing less.
Light and space
It's a peculiar sensation to cross the Wilson Tunnel. The brightly colored walls seem to have lost all substance. Walking is like floating in space. How does it work?
Warning signs tell us to stay on the black path. Although the goal, the target of this little voyage beckons us with a homely glow, I felt a hesitation in myself and other visitors to enter this traverse. Is it safe to step into pure light?
Light cannot be touched - it touches us. Overwhelmingly blue in this case. Walking in light I noticed that the usual fuzz in my head slowed down. I just felt aware of being there - as long as it lasted. Nothing more, nothing less.