I heard three knocks on the temple door. Once opened, I was knelt before the alter of christ with my sight taken; the picture was dark as night. My hand rested upon God's word, and there I was bare. There's no turning back I thought to myself. Once my eyes were enlightened and vision was restored, the chamber was black. Only three lights remain, these were candles thats soft glow illuminated the faces of my fellow Masons as they encircled me. To most it's not everything it seems to be. To me its much deeper still, than knowledge can provide, or a heart can feel. I know not of an explanation, so if you ask you'll leave without answer. The initiation of a mason is sacred, the body is theirs, but the blood is yours within these doors. If you may as much as dispose of the secrets bestowed upon your being, you'll likely be seeing a grave of shame. This is what's promised to me, I take it as anything but a game.