Instrument — "Travel Capsule."

Enter 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, is your ship; it is you yourself.
You can always find it in the backyard of your consciousness, in your own cosmos.
You easily open the capsule door and step inside; with a light touch of your hand you press a button and start the engines, you hear a vibration through the control panel, you feel your body resonate in time with that vibration, slowly, smoothly, unhurriedly. And now you are in the middle of space. You look at Earth and see nothing. You need to get closer, closer still, and—now—you can make out continents and countries. Closer yet: you enter the stratosphere, descend below the clouds and now you see houses from above, treetops, mountains. In the mountains there is mist and snow. You can descend further and see how people live; you can move to any country, sit at a café table—over a cup of cappuccino and a light, fragrant, warm croissant.
People pass by you as if they don't notice you. But you see them and feel them, hear their speech, the ragged breath of someone late for work…
This is your teleport, your ship in which you can move, in which you can travel between worlds; it is always waiting for you.