Land of P?

<p>Although I was in total darkness I closed my eyes so I could listen more intently. Maybe something had followed me from the courtyard or picked up my scent along the way. I only heard my rapid pulse banging in my ears with each aching forceful contraction of my heart. A bell rang faintly in the distance each ring louder as the sound pursued me in the darkness. The ringing became familiar. It was a school bell and my initial concern of being late for class was realized. Where is my classroom? Lost and losing consciousness I had one more lucid thought and question. Maybe the darkness is my classroom; where is my teacher? The bell rang again and I heard the moaning cry of an animal. An old telephone—one of those ancient black ones with a real bell—jangled insistently in my ear. I was the groaning animal and heard myself say “Damn what now?” as I groped for the phone. . .</p><p>At 25 years of age I was given a key to a door that few people want to unlock. The door opened a floodgate of experiences and realizations that turned everything I had been taught upside down and backward. The locked door is purportedly to keep insanity in but after a brief time beyond the threshold it became apparent that the lock is to keep Reality from getting out.</p>