I once dreamed that I was climbing what seemed to be an endless stairway to the top of the tower. I knew there were important secrets at the end. Things I needed to know, so I just kept climbing.
When I got to the very top, the stairway ended. I found myself facing a steel door with a sign on it which said “Department of Files & Records.”
The door was locked. I didn’t have a key. A wave of sadness hit me as I realized I would not find out what was in that room.
I still dream that there are secrets behind locked doors, up long stairways, at the tops of mountains, or buried deep in the memories of long-dead family members. I’m never going to get to that room to see the files and records.
Maybe none of us can go there.
