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Leap, and the net appears.
Once more into the breach
You put on this set of goggles, and within seconds, your brain is convinced you're now in a different, virtual environment. You're somewhere else, and that somewhere else may be a video game, it may be in a real-time movie, a museum exhibit, or a medical surgical training app.
The Last Unicorn
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Close your eyes and look inside,
A mirror shines within;
To find where you are going,
First see where you have been.
The portal of healing and creativity always takes us into the realm of the spirit.
Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.
Our computers have become windows through which we can gaze upon a world that is virtually without horizons or boundaries.
I walk the moonbeam roads a silver web connecting the many worlds of the Multiverse.
I travel in gardens and bedrooms, basements and attics, around corners, through doorways and windows, along sidewalks, over carpets, down drainpipes, in the sky, with friends, lovers, children and heros; perceived, remembered, imagined, distorted and clarified.
The universe lies before you on the floor, in the air, in the mysterious bodies of your dancers, in your mind. From this voyage no one returns poor or weary.
Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of the night.
I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, and how can I get back?
There is a third dimension to traveling, the longing for what is beyond.
Knowing how contented, free, and joyful is life in the world of science, one fervently wishes that many would enter its portals.
A door to an alternate self. This self was another Alice, not the childhood Alice: capable, free in the world, independent.
You're about to enter the future gate.
Come in now, or later will be too late.
In a universe suddenly divested of illusion and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land.
A library is the first step of a thousand journeys, portal to a thousand worlds.
Hand at Cards IX. The Game Made X. The Substance of the Shadow XI. Dusk
Wisdom, ambition, sadness, joy, malice, grief, amazement, all the emotions which blaze within the human soul may be recorded on a page.
Nestled in a sheaf of paper sleeps an infinity beyond the limits of the universe. Just by opening a single page, we may fly into that infinity.
The gates of thought, - how slow and late they discover themselves! Yet when they appear, we see that they were always there, always open.
Every door is a portal leading through time as well as space. The same doorway that leads us into and out of a room also leads us into the past of the room and its ceaselessly unfolding future.
Whatever happened to me just now has gotten to me, broken past the fragile shell I've built. More than my memory is gone. My soul has wings that beat to a heart I don't understand and I see things, feel things that I know aren't from here, but that are so real.
Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors for you where there were only walls.
[The Internet,] A Superhighway through the Wasteland?
The invisible world!
All that we have felt, thought and willed from our earliest infancy is there, leaning over the present which is about to join it, pressing against the portals of consciousness that would fain leave it outside.
Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.
Think you've seen it all? Think again. Outside those doors, we might see anything. We could find new worlds, terrifying monsters, impossible things. And if you come with me ... nothing will ever be the same again!
THE JOURNEY FROM PLATFORM NINE AND THREE-QUARTERS H
There are frontiers to the mind which, once crossed, afford no return.
THROUGH THE TRAPDOOR I
As a child, she'd been a great reader, finding the ultimate escape within the pages of a story. She learned that opening a book was like opening a set of double doors - the next step would take her inside to Neverland or Nod, Sunnybrook Farm or Mulberry Street.
Fantasyland communicates with the part of us that believes we can fly, and knows that there are monsters lurking in the woods.
The future is a door.
Lost my ideals in that tunnel of time.
The Window to the Universe Opens Inward and Outward.
For the ones who dream of stranger worlds.
Through the Looking Glass,
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.
Like buried treasures, the outposts of the universe have beckoned to the adventurous from immemorial times ...
Universe ... .. or Multiverse ... !!!
At one magical instant in your early childhood, the page of a book - that string of confused, alien ciphers - shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, gave up their secrets; at that moment, whole universes opened. You became, irrevocably, a reader.
My body shook from pain, exhaustion, and the beginning of shock. I'd pay for all the powers I'd used, but the portal most of all. Good girls weren't supposed to open hell dimensions.
I finally realized that this 'place' that I kept bursting into [on a psychedelic experience] was somebody's idea of a playpen.
Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.
Books are door-shaped portals carrying me across oceans and centuries, helping me feel less along.
I work in a giant building:
forty floors and forty cubicles
per wing, four wings per floor,
one person and one personal
computer per cubicle, a labyrinth
in which everyone's goal is to stay lost.
Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.
It's all real in Outside, everything there is, because I saw an airplane in the blue between the clouds. Ma and me can't go there because we don't know the secret code, but it's real all the same.
Before I didn't know to be mad that we can't open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it.
Where everyone else sees a straight line, you see a maze, and when I'm done talking to you, the maze starts to make more sense
Reply by Dove to Aly's silent inquiry
Left turn in four. Hundred. Feet.
An invisible electronic woman navigates us toward the highway from the distant planet Monotone, where everyone is tranquil and directionally adept,
At the Door VIII. A Hand at Cards IX. The Game Made X.
How lovely are the portals of the night, when stars come out to watch the daylight die.
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone.
Here lay the gateway between worlds, the divide between reality and fantasy. A dream or, depending on who waited, a nightmare.
Are memories pictures or the secret doorway?
The quest of the absolute leads into the four-dimensional world.
Open up to the other dimensional planes so you can penetrate the mysteries of existence and enjoy the wonder of being, the wonder of being you.
an expressive phrase coined by a Princeton mathematician of the last century: "Wormholes in space.
In the pages of a good book, you can be anyone, travel anywhere, even transcend time and space. Leave the mundane behind and join me between the pages.
Travel backward to a lost land heard of in childhood; find it to be incomprehensible, rich, strange; then discover it is the place from which you set out.
WARNING: This little book is a bullet to the head. Or, for a less violent metaphor, this is the door marked EXIT. You can either go through and beyond or just know it's there, waiting for you, ever-present for when you're in need of a way out.
The sky, the sky beyond the door is blue.
I always tried to imagine what it would be like to open your door to find something you had given up on. maybe it had seen places you never had, been rerouted and passed through so many strange hands, but still somehow found its way back to you, all before the day even began.
The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here?
The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark
now glittering
now reflecting gloom
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings.
Gate
Do not wait. Until too late. To see a loved ones' soul. Open the gate. Do not wait. To see a loved ones' soul.
What folly takes light through ether to each eye from every horizon.
Transcending reality by exploring it one story at a time...
The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.
Man has gone out to explore other worlds and other civilizations without having explored his own labyrinth of dark passages and secret chambers, and without finding what lies behind doorways that he himself has sealed.
Now I am a vagabond of the universe, a drifter among spaces where the madness of things has no limits.
He had the innate sense that something bad was just around the bend, but a hope that something incredible was waiting in the distance.
It had to be.
His burning love for her cursed through him until he felt so full he didn't know whether he would fit through the portal.
It is a great feeling to know that from a window I can go to books to cans of beer to past loves. And from these gather enough dream to sneak out a back door.
When I was in theater I was forever trying to inhabit a space which puts yourself under the microscope as an actor and your personality and your take on life, but actually through another portal of a character.
Across galaxies of time and space
Travelling just to see your face
Lost amidst the countless stars
To bring me back to where you are.
They Open A Door And Enter A World
This is a collection of dexterous, loving, beautifully optimistic work that left me breathless and delighted ... Hannu Rajaniemi's magnificent science fiction - as is paradoxically appropriate - is pure magic.
Pandora's box had been opened and monsters had come out. But there had been something hidden at the bottom of Pandora's box. Something wonderful.
Hope.
Infinity: Time on an ego trip.
I must go beyond the dark world of sense information to the clear brilliance of the sunlight of the outside world. Once done, it becomes my duty to go back to the cave in order to illuminate the minds of those imprisoned in the 'darkness' of sensory knowledge.
Roll on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of Space
[D]ivine Providence ... keeps the universe open in every direction to the soul ...
WELCOME TO THE BLACKBOARDS
This is the Cordovites' premier wormhole, where time ticks backward, trees grow down, light eats itself, fear is an opening, and life is Sovereign, Deadly, Perfect.
I'm loving Gateway to the Seer Realm Look Again to See Beyond the Natural
You're in the hallway and it feels scary right now but just keep going. There's another door, and you're going to find it. And then the whole world is going to open up to you.
The Portal of God is nonexistence. All things sprang from nonexistence. Existence could not make existence existence. It must have proceeded from nonexistence, and nonexistence and nothing are one. Herein is the abiding place of the sage.
The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own, and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.
In Heathrow a vast chunk of memory detached itself from a blank bowl of airport sky and fell on him. He vomited into a blue plastic canister without breaking stride.
The narrow portal opens into a wide corridor that looks like a giant jaw full of thin, sharp teeth. The rocks growing down from the top almost touch the growths from the bottom. Galen hopes that if humans ever do infiltrate this site, they'll feel like a meal.
Life carried on, but all of a sudden it wasn't the same. There was a change in me. I couldn't put my finger on it but somewhere in my brain a new door had appeared and despite my hardest efforts to keep it closed, my thoughts kept going there, wandering around in the empty room ...
All I know is a door into the dark
In a room with many windows
some thoughts slide past uncatchable, ghostly.
Let me fly, let me see things that are hidden from other eyes.
Beyond that door lies an unknown world...where we can become immortal if we choose
Next, she put her left eye close to the glass-like square. It scanned her retina with a slide of dim blue-light. Immediately after the scan was complete, the gate glided to the side, revealing a closet-sized dark chamber.
You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.