The instrument — "The Travel Capsule."

Go into the capsule and close it from the inside. Do you see the control levers before you? Now you can fly and move. Now you can look where you wanted to be. This capsule, this mechanism — this is your ship, this is you.

You can always find it in the back alleys of your consciousness, in your own cosmos.

You easily open the little door of the capsule and step inside, with a light touch of your hand you press a button and start the engines; you hear the vibration through the control panel, feel your body resonate in time with that vibration, slowly, smoothly, unhurried. And now you are in the middle of space. You look at Earth and see nothing. You need to come closer, closer still, closer… and now you can make out continents and countries. Closer, you enter the stratosphere, closer yet — you descend below the clouds and now from above you see houses, treetops, mountains. In the mountains there is mist and snow. You can drop lower and see how people live, you can move to any country, you can sit at a café table — with a cup of cappuccino and a light, fragrant, warm croissant.

People pass by you, as if they do not notice you. But you see them and feel them, hear their speech, the ragged breathing of someone late for work…

This is your teleport, your ship, in which you can move, in which you can travel through worlds — it is always waiting for you.