Intraspace

In the beginning and the end there was one. This one will proceed to three, three to nine, and nine to twenty-seven. Twenty-seven is the pinnacle. In between this time we enter within ourselves and explore. Time and space have no meaning. This is the intraspace, the meta-place, where everything joins. It is the most dangerous and also most rewarding level of experience. One goes deeper and gets smaller until eventually there is nothing left.

The Clergyman's Weave is the key, and the belltower the door. The entrance to intraspace.

A red rose absorbs all colors but red. Red is the only color that it is not. Such it is with intraspace.

-- A scrap found in Robert Therson's personal diary, author unknown.