No, these realms are not a world, but a crossroads between worlds.
The difference is in the meaning of the line that is the horizon. A world has no end, it is round, and its orbit is round. The horizon is an illusion in a world. You can keep going cycle after cycle, you can believe that after each death there is a rebirth. But no matter where I go here, even when I do not see the boundaries, the walls, I know they exist. Even when my hearing is filled with the roar of a storm, with the clamor of birds, with the music of windchimes, I am still on duty. I must be able to hear the footsteps approaching one of the portals. I can never be far away from the key rack. I must turn the key in time for the traveler’s arrival.
I know that you offer out of kindness, so I am grateful. But this is my post, and I must stay here.
I see no reason to debate whether love is the price of freedom, freedom the price of love, or the two are one and the same. Some would tell you that there is just one answer to this question. Some say that existence cradles myriads of worlds, so that every answer gets lived out in full. It is not for me to choose one belief or another. I must turn the key and open the door to each seeker, each traveler on their path.
Am I happy? Content? Longing? Afraid? Angry? Grateful? Well, I can ask you the same about your own life.
Yours is a wise reply. In my life, too, there is a time and a reason for each of these feelings. Being the Keeper of the Keys is a path. It is distinct from all other paths, yet bound up with each of them. In that sense, it is not different from any other.
You are not the first to ask why. I have no answer. I hear that the gods of each world would have the people believe that there is a ‘why’. They proclaim that there is a goal for every path they set, a benevolent reason for every fate they ordain, a justification for every curse and every blessing they bestow. But if they had to stand in front of someone who would weigh the reasons they give; if someone could judge the gods to be right or wrong, truthful or deceitful, mad or sane, then the gods would no longer be gods, would they?
