Nocturne

It turns out there wasn't a door, so she stood looking at the wall, and then

at the ground, and then again at the wall, and then about the sky. The sky

was doorless, which was comforting, especially at night, when she could

make images from the stars by drawing lines between and among them,

as the earliest persons had done as they walked along on the desert sand.

But now, looking up into the brightly strewn array, she could not draw

a door because the shapes she saw resembled other geometries and,

although everything seemed infinitely open, there was no way through.

Perhaps, she thought, I can draw something else, not a door, but simply a

path; why would anyone want to be inside when the way through cannot

be enclosed. Why am I sad that there is no door? she asked herself, and

then she saw how she had turned in the night air, and found herself

entirely enclosed. And she asked herself, How is it possible to be at once

enclosed and illuminated.