share the depth of my soul share the depth of my soul I start at an escalator it is going down. There is a sign over head, "to the soul," it is a red sign with white letters. Almost like a stop sign onyl rectangular. I approach the escalator and look down. There is an empty blackness as the revolving staircase travels downward and downward. Almost like moving towards the bottom of the ocean. I am traveling downard. There is nothign for a little while. Flashes of light beam in and out. - As I go down it is not what I see but what I feel. Everything around me except for the flashes of light is black. Deep meloncholy, reserved. But there are feelings. Sadness like a blanket wraps itsself around me as I travel down. Down. DOWN. "You there, yes you! An old man sits on a cloud of light, he has a white beard. He is an old jewish man. "I regret coming down here." He breathes his last breath, falls through the cloud of light. Into the dark abyss. I keep travel...