The Lonely Mountain

A mountain spurts from the earth, as I walk through all the wonders of life. It blocks my view, but I have a strange attached feeling to the misty top which prevents me from going around. I begin to climb. Blisters almost immediately start to form on my hands and feet, but the feeling grows stronger with each limb I stretch forward. My hands start bleeding when I get to the halfway mark and I cry out in pain with every move, but continue to climb. All of a sudden rocks fall from above and with a big yelp of pain I swing off a ledge and catch another side of the mountain. It almost felt like it was just my bones that were connecting with the mountain, all trace of humanity in my hand had long gone, but now only a third of the way from the top, the attached feeling surpassed any form of physical pain.

I climbed even faster than I did before, but the mountain started to boil under my skin just before I reached the top. I felt as if I would melt when suddenly a hand reached out of the mist and scooped me off the cliff face. When I came to I could see about a foot in front of me and no one around me but I immediately felt better. All my wounds were healed and the searing pain was gone. The feeling was stronger than ever before and I began to call out “HELLO! Is there any one here?!” I started feeling my way around as I called out but no one replied. When I realised I was alone, the feeling turned to a strong longing and then I’d realised what happened.

I was on the same mountain as before.

The Outer Rim

The man took a draw from his cigarette which lit up his face under a black broad-brimmed hat in the gloomy room. The only light came from a high barred window. Dust particles hit the diagonal rays of moonlight and drifted slowly to the ground. It was a bare room, with nothing but a simple table in the middle of the room which seemed to attract the moonlight, and a massive door opposite the window. The limestone walls felt as if they were crushing the lifeblood out of the room, leaving it foreboding and melancholy. A perfect scenario for the man in the corner. He stood up and tossed the butt of his smoke to the ground after one last draw.
He was dressed in long black robes which lightly scraped the floor as he walked toward the table, avoiding the beams of light. He stood with his back to the door facing the table so he was still fully enveloped in shadows and he began to chant. It was a sound the Earth had not heard in millions of years and shook its very foundations. Time seemed to fall back on itself, repeat and twist in ways that didn't even seem plausible in a fantasy. He continued his chant and raised his arms, there was no longer the room, only the table covered in moonlight, the door behind him and the images twisting and contorting all around him. He chanted louder as his arms got higher and higher until they were above his head. All of a sudden he clapped them together in front of him and crossed his legs.
There he sat, in a hovering meditation, eyes closed, the void of time still shifting and changing around him. The moonlight on the tabletop had shifted into a silver veil which covered the table. A figure appeared on the other side of the table, completely naked with a cloth wrapped around his eyes, in the same hovering meditation as the man with the broad-brimmed hat. They did not use their mouths to speak...
We cannot look at what cannot be seen, the naked man's voice had a strange accent the man with the hat could not discern. The voice crept back into his mind, life is the energy that created the universe, and the energy of the universe created life. Stare through the veil and become one with the universe, with no true form but with the feeling of every life in it connected as one, or take the door behind you and you shall have your human form again.
The man with the hat knew why he was here. He lifted his head and opened his eyes, which were staring directly at the cloth-eyed man. I am ready, the man with the hat communicated. The naked man faded out. Slowly, the man shifted his gaze downwards to the veil. The moment his eyes hit, coils of space seemed to crack and break all around him, Time was not even a concept anymore and all the man felt was falling. His hands started groping something soft. At first he didn't know what it could be. His legs and buttocks began to feel it aswell. He felt it for a bit longer when he realised, he wasn't falling, he was sitting and the thing he was groping wasn't any unknown object of space and time.

It was the couch in his living room.