53.1 "You're right." Says the lizard. "That's because I don't have a name." The lizard begins to walk toward you.

"I will be your guide." He says. "And that's much better for you, because those other two..." He looks back to the lion headed man, and the ugly woman, both of whom seem to be scowling.

You follow the lizard to a door, and walk into a blue corridor with a low ceiling.

"The house is your mind." Says the lizard. "That's the secret. And even when you go outside, you're still in the house. And the only place that is outside the house is so far away... "

And the blue corridor ends, and you pass through another door into a lime green corridor that is even smaller.

"And somewhere is written, and is being written, all the possiblilities of your life."

You pass through another door into a maroon corridor that is smaller still.

"And the hand that dictates it all is not infallible. It is weak and flawed, this hand that rules your life."

And you are crawling on your hands and knees through a gray tunnel that suddenly slopes downward, and now you are falling, like Alice, through the blackness.

You have landed, somewhere pitch black. No, it is your eyes. They are closed. You open them and find your are in the middle of a desert. The lizard is nowhere to be seen, but you can still hear it's voice, talking to you.

"This desert is a place outside the house. And though you shall return to the house on the hill, the house that is actually your mind, remember. Remember this desert that is outside of your mind, remember that it exists. There are no hidden truths, no ultimate meanings inside of the house which except for these stolen moments, you can never leave. But remember this desert, even though you are but a single grain of sand in it."

And you sit on a hill and wait for the sun to rise.

THE END