There is Presence.  Presence....and there is Light.

“Where am I?  What and Who am I?  Am I alive or dead?"  

A suppressed thought makes itself known, “You were once Enkidu....” The simultaneous recognition and brilliance of the place kept Enkidu awestruck and unable to act.  Suddenly, sounds. As if they were coming from somewhere inside Enkidu rather than off in the distance.  They funneled into each other, a chorus of voices both alien and familiar crescendoing finally into an empty silence from which the most clear whisper he had ever heard trickled forth.  Its reverberations vibrating his form as it spoke:

*“This is the Kingdom of light, as it is, which no city on earth can equal.  See how its network of light points provide the foundation for the most masterful of physical world’s architecture.  Climb the undulating, gyre staircase, built of alternating circuits of thought and emptiness.  Go! And approach the dwelling of your true Self, sacred to the all that is, and equalled by no earthly aspect that could ever be.  Make your way through the kingdom of light and follow it through to the end.

Realize the equanimity of its presence, examine the truth that creates this platform of existence and see how it pours itself constantly into the construction of the physical world; its palm trees, gardens, orchards, the glorious palaces and temples, the shops and marketplaces, the houses, and the public squares.  This is the dwelling of the infinite presence pervading the universe as an imperishable and unchanging force.  Welcome to that which is beyond both is and is not...."