‘For God created man immortal, and made him in the image of his own eternity.’
– The ‘Twentieth’ Leaf
The preceding image we had to own did not seem to us particularly god-like.
We turned the leaf:
…Although that description most definitely did.
Finally we came to the last leaf of the little gold-plated book.
It did not come before time.
Already a golden dawn was beginning to blaze through the blinds of our study window.
The Twenty-Second Leaf looked like this:
We walked to our bedroom in a daze, collapsed on the bed, and fell into a fitful sleep.
We dreamed of two rooms the exact reverse of each other.
One was in shadow.
The other was lit.
We awoke around Noon.
We walked into the living room to find the window open and the little golden book gone.
We fell to our knees and sobbed.
On the study desk were our rough copies of the material we had found in the book.
How had she done it?
Where had she been?
And why didn’t she use the door?
The door may be watched, came the answer.
We remembered our dream and walked back into the bedroom.
We opened one of the mirrored doors to our wardrobe.
There on the floor lay a leaf from the little golden book.
Was it ‘the missing leaf’?
If it was, it was not what we were expecting.
The Twenty-Third Leaf: