Drawing closer it becomes clear the divine material makes up the
door frames of an elevator. Intelligent, they slide apart, offering
a ride to whoever moves near them. The elevator is round, gilded
gold and glass. It is impossible to distinguish whether it is new or
old. Inside there is just one button and no markings or symbols to
decipher its destination. Pressing it, the elevator gently begins to
hum. There is a brief rattle as it collects itself and then it shoots
upwards. Through the glass walls one can see the blurry layers of
earth pass by: sands and silts, marls, clays and limestone. The journey
is prolonged. This time marking with time, instead of light, the
greatness of the vertical distance traveled.