I took the floor for granted. My eyes were attending to the horizon of pictures on the walls. The red cube space that inspired our blog is not only read, not the reddish quicksand I imagined. It is a delicate pattern of black and white mosaic tiles corresponding to the arching white ceiling overhead. Fierz-David wrote about the circulation of the room: that the initiate would enter through the small south-west portal, and would look toward the north wall and adjacent window. From across the room the floor spreads carrying and absorbing every footstep, including those who are in the room at this moment. I imagine all the invisible steps, circulating and winding and connecting the little room to the larger space overhead. What a tangle of dance steps, or better, red threads that invisibly join the simple pattern on the floor to the stars in the night sky. I see it now. A floor of tiny pinpoints of light. I wonder Majena what fun it would be if the Ariadne thread ball that you made could be unravelled on that floor.