WALLS

There is a wall here that separates my inner self, "me," from my outer self, the world.  My eyes are this wall. 

But there is yet another wall, this one between the manifested world and the unmanifested world, the world of form and the formless world, this universe and other universes. 

When I raise my hands and move them from side to side, like the mime Marcel Marceau in his imaginary room, I can feel this wall.

I want in.