The physical form is a waste. Your muscles, bones, sinew, tissue, organs, they are holding your back. To approach your goal you need to be more - a being of consciousness, an entity without form. This journey is not made within the world, but within the mind. You imagine yourself.

Then.

You.

Place.

Yourself.

In to the void.

And wake in a place outside of the world.

The great bells that hang before you are a tarnished grey, but you know that they are, in reality, bronze. Because so much here seems to be bronze.