He retreated into his aloneness until there was nothing but himself. He marveled at the unfoldment of this new understanding. He could see things in this new light of understanding.
But then.... A question loomed. If that were so, why hadn't he vanished like the others? Belief was an automatic process. Why hadn't it permeated to the basic matrix of his mind as it had with the others?
Was he, then, still on the wrong track?
But there was no other!
He saw the trap he had set for himself. He had believed with all his being that belief was the key he was searching for!
He had been on the wrong track. His beautiful theory of belief that spread downward into the subconscious, then down lower and lower into the basic matrix that held a person in this reality, was wrong. The evidence he had based it on was still there, but it was evidence of something else.
Of what?
The eastern horizon was suffused with light. It grew stronger, dimming the light of the moon.
From somewhere in the depths of his being rose a feeling that soon he would know, and when he did he would be close to crossing the threshold.
He unclasped his arms and straightened out his legs, feeling stabs of pain in his weary muscles. He got to his feet, tingling with weariness.