In Tucson, at La Encantada, the enchanted shopping plaza, there is this staircase up from the ground level to the second level. (Or, of course, down from the second level to the ground!)
And it occurs to me that ALL staircases, by definition, are places of “being between” — When you set foot on the first step, you leave behind where you were — but you won’t arrive at where you will be until you take that final step off the staircase, into the new.
An inbetween place, a place of freedom? Of changing identity? Of liberation? Like, maybe, the place between breaths in Zen?
I find the “between” is a really speculative idea —- Does it resonate at all for you too?