To The Place Where No One Has Been

There is a certain feel that transcends all that seems lowly and pale.  There is the elevator of the spirit that takes people up to a place where no person on the entire planet has ever before visited, and yet everyone can reach it.  No one has ever been there, and you can make it there every single day—to reach the skies that haven’t been walked, to sit on a star that hasn’t been touched, to walk across a new moon where the snow is freshly-laid and free of any footprints.  You can visit the bear’s den there, where the cubs are gently sleeping and you can go in quietly and sit down, and then lie at their side without them stirring.  You can climb the tallest tree in the forest and the eagles will come down to perch on the neighboring branches, and you can visit their nests and feel the warmth of their eggs.  You can swim to the bottom of the ocean and feel the warmth of the cracks in the earth where the floor is growing, and where the lava is constantly being cooled by the deep, dark blue—where the fishes' eyes glow and the squid are constantly escaping in the clouds of ink that dissipate into the blackness of the deep.