"I want you to go on a journey with me--not with your body, but with your mind. I want you to come with me into the heart of the spiral.
"Every spiral has a heart, of course. The line of the spiral always curves inwards, inexorably drawing the eye down to the center. Whether on the shell of a snail or the groove of a record, no matter where you start to follow the spiral, you always find its heart.
"But we're going to travel down a very special spiral. This spiral only exists in your mind's eye. If you close your eyes for me, now, you'll be able to see it in your mind perfectly. It's white against the blackness of your mind, a broad expanse of pure light that slowly narrows as it goes around and around and around into the center. That's where we're going. We're going to follow the spiral path deeper and deeper until we find its very heart.
"You can imagine focusing your attention on the outermost edge of the spiral, almost as though you were stepping onto it and letting it carry you. You follow the curve of the spiral as it loops around, feeling pleasantly dizzy as you try so hard to keep your eyes from tripping onto the next groove. It's just a little tricky to keep them traveling along that slow, soft arc, instead of letting them fall right into the center, but I know you can do it.
"There's something so soothing about following the spiral as it goes around and around, always traveling inwards, always moving down towards the center. It doesn't even feel like work, really. Your mind traces the path easily and effortlessly, as if the spiral's gentle turns carry you right along with them. Even when the spiral isn't turning, it feels like it is, because your eyes follow it deeper and deeper. It's alright to give into that feeling and let the spiral spin in your mind.
"And as your eyes follow the loop around, you become aware now that the spiral is on both sides of the curve that you're following. It's almost surreal, the way that you feel like you traveled in a perfect circle, but somehow the spiral wound around to encircle you. It's as if you're standing still, watching a single motionless point, and the spiral is curling around you over and over and over again, sending you deeper and deeper into its center without any effort on your part. Almost as if the spiral has captured you.
"And as you let the spiral draw you in, further and further, deeper and deeper, you might start to feel like you're descending. You might come to feel like the spiral path slowly heads downwards, as though you're walking deeper and deeper down as you come closer and closer to the heart of the spiral. Your eye traces the soft curves around...and around...and around, and it's as though you could look up and see the spiral towering over you. But you don't want to look up right now, do you? Not when the path of the spiral is such a gentle, easy descent deeper and deeper into its center.
"Down and down, as you trace the white against black...or perhaps it's black against white? It's difficult to remember. Your mind is so focused on the depths of the spinning spiral that it just seems to be endless bands of black and white and black and white and no matter which one you trace, it still pulls you deeper and deeper down into the heart of the spiral. No matter where you look, the inward curve of the spiral is irresistible and inexorable. The deeper you go, the easier it is to go deeper and the harder it is to do anything else. And you're so very deep already...
"It feels warm and peaceful to focus your mind so intently, doesn't it? The more you follow the spiral, the more you focus and concentrate on the curve as it turns around and around, over and over and over again, the more everything else fades away. It's just you and I, traveling the path to the heart of the spiral, losing ourselves in its depths, and you can let everything else go and just enjoy the journey with me. That feels so nice, doesn't it?
"And yet, no matter how deep you go, it seems like the path keeps leading you along. Each circuit of the spiral loop takes less and less time as your focus narrows more and more; your eyes now helplessly stare so deep into the depths of the endlessly turning spiral, but you can always imagine a smaller loop inside the curve you're staring at now. The spiral descends around and around and around, deeper and deeper into infinity, always narrowing, always drawing you along, until your whole world is nothing but the journey into the heart of the spiral. You shed all your other thoughts, one by one, leaving them behind as you sink into the spiral. There's no need for them right now, not when the spiral is so fascinating.