Occasional Wombat

“But how can it be both everything and nothing?” I asked.

“When you are everything, there is nothing else.”

“What will I find once I finally open the door?” I asked.

“Everything,” she replied, “and nothing.”

“It’s simple, really,” she said. “Once you find it, you hang on and trust that it will show you the way out.”

“But how do I find it?” I asked. “It’s invisible!”

“Only to the first five senses.”