The Skylight Zone

Life is a house. A big rambling mansion of being, with many a room and corridor filling its gaping hulk. In our lifetime, we - the guests of Hotel Life - come into the world. Some of us roam the vast expanse of the building and have experienced the beauty of a plethora of carpet styles. Others stick to their own room only, and remain there for all of their stay.

But some, a few intrepid adventurers, dare to climb to the very heights of the House and enter into the Attic of Existence. Here, under the gables, you can find the hidden castoffs, the rubbish of another age, and sometimes a treasure, buried under years of memory. This is a barren land at first glance - a dust covered wasteland of roving mothballs. But there is something special to be found here, between the broken piles of accordions and the lengths of tangled fishing rods. Here you can find yourself, in the oasis of life's loft.

More! Still more is there yet to be revealed. For a few, touched some say by Malkav, venture even higher to challenge the Landlord [him/her/it/the cat]self. This few, this happy few, this band of [brothers/sisters/siblings/kittens] climb to the very pinnacles even of the House, and discover to their horror, their delight, their ultimate enlightenment - the Skylight Zone.

What, you may ask, can be found beyond the skylight? This could be called the highest mystery of life. Will the hallowed pane be covered in all-obscuring ice, or will we catch a glimpse of the outside? What will be see? Clouds? A tree branch? The corner of the chimney? The all encompassing heavens above? Or perhaps something Else.

And could it be that the bravest of the brave might even find that it is possible to shift the skylight? It would surely take great strength of will to open up reality and step out, and discover just what the house looks like from the outside. Perhaps we would find a garage, replete with cars to go speeding off into the never, perchance even to visit another building in the neighbourhood of metaphysical existence. Maybe we would discover the Landlord [him/her/it/the cat]self, appraising the structure and considering an extension, or another outhouse. Oh, what then my friends? What then, indeed.

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