Today I saw stairs spiraling into the heavens, and I dreamt of where they might lead. I watched them twisting and where the rusted metal stopped, I could see gleaming lines of silver continuing the upward march toward the divine. Here and there along the twisted journey, great birds were perched and would leap into flight, twirling in the lofty heights, silhouetted before the brilliant sun. The stairs spun dizzyingly until they were beyond my vision, but just before they disappeared in an atmospheric speck, I seemed to perceive a door, to which the great stairs lead. The door stood open, welcoming, beckoning any and all who ascended to its unimaginable height to enter and touch the heart of its mystery. I could not see through the door, there my sight failed me, but my inner eye imagined the wonderful peace waiting on the other side, and the mere thought of it contented my soul, and I wept for joy upon joy.
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