As warm tears well up in the eyes, the imposing stone archways open one by one .The fog-screens fizzle down slowly only to reveal the ether of nothing .
The Chidambara secret slowly unfolds in the vaulting dome of a nothing-sky. As the primordial God dances in rapture whom neither fire singes nor poison burns, a yellow flame flickers amid pealing bells under a golden dome over empty space. It is Space that defies Time.
Then three thousand God’s men flash across time their bejeweled women step out of the dome ,with the flame of knowledge between their brows and silver music on their dancing anklets.