I was a spider, in a closet, dangling webs, top to bottom, left and right. I left no corner uncovered and no fellow insect a door! No escape! My closet was my kingdom and no putrid creature would climb to the height of my closed, closet world! My spotless domain! The life and world I found at birth. The vacant space I shaped and painted with my own brush!
Every web was a golden thread behind me! Every victim shed it's wine into the chalice of my student's kingdom. My student's branched off, clinging to the web, as disciples must do. And we met! In the sanctuary of our closet! Broaching the Void, for future students, who would share the luminous void of our vacant closet.