There is a place within the heart of consciousness where the soul escapes in times of fear. This castle on a hill is fortified by the cliffs of doubt upon which it was built.
Accessible only through the left side of our thought process where creativity subsides, this unlimited space of peace is rarely stumbled upon by those who climb mountains. Most homes will be foreclosed upon, others remain forever without life within them, yet here I am in mine.
Rationality is forbidden in here, for without a sense of worry, nothing makes sense. Windows are without glass, for this place is never cold, windy or damp.
It is the stilling of the mind that carries one down the path within. Casting doubt, putting away fear and entering the stillness of nothingness leads to a golden door that one must simply knock upon with pure faith to enter.