Stumble around in the dark 
(until you find something that glows)

Then, press your ear to it:

does it have a heart? 
does it have seven hearts?
does it have no heart at all but instead an endless series of hallways leading to god-knows-where?

do the doors all flap in the wind of your breath? 
do the windows appear wherever you look, gleaming?

does it make you want to waltz, pour out, shatter and melt and
return in the shape of cloud?

does it feel at all like the sound of so many birds singing all at once on the first very warmest day of spring?

do you feel infinitesimally small and immeasurably big all at once?

does it feel, just a bit, that you are not steadily dying
and maybe, in some small way,
never will?

okay then,
          you're in just the right place.