Returning once more to the temple, you look around, expectantly, to see what has changed. Besides everything being brighter, and even more lively, things seem pretty much the same. The goddess grins, takes your chin in her hand, and turns your head upward. The once dilapidated dome now shines like aether. Coincentric circles revolve around one another, rotating in cycles with epicycles within. Rather than making you dizzy, the torsion draws you in. You realize now that the light through the windows was from this source, and their chaotic dance was the most glorious of waltzes. The pattern of the floor accentuates and guides the light as it courses all around you. Even the whorling patterns of the tapestries become clear in this light fantastic.
“Oh most blessed you!” cries the goddess. “For the way of being lies open before you. Few are those who can go by this way. However, you may go by any way you choose. Choose well.”