HE was walking through a room full of doors and shapes which appeared to be entrances, or exits to another place from which he presently was. He questioned whilst moving down the blinded hallway, whilst moving swiftly across the black hall, where indeed was his eventual destination. This became to most logical train of thought. The most logical way in which the train of thought should indeed travel. The way in which your mind should always be ticking along, cogs and springs and mechanisms of your brain patterns. Thinking. Thinking was the answer to this unanswerable question. Isn’t thinking considered most intelligible of all creatures?
The question may now be posed, where are these trains of thought indeed going. Well its going towards the third door on the right. The third space the third frame in which to enter the third frame in which the permiting space is free, in which any being could indeed enter.
Many a mind would now query, why aren’t you entering any of the presenting doorways, which present themselves in an entering way? That is preicesly the kind of query the kind of pattern of a mind, which this room is calling for. Now you see, these small spaces in the wall, in which mankind has evolved greatly enough to call a doorway, have become something which must be acted upon. If you are thinking then the blood is moving swiftly through the smallest spaces in the brain and moving in sequence with the other patterns and masses in the brain. You begin to think more and more about the pulsing grey matter in your brain, something you will never touch, see, smell, taste, feel in your live, much like the very back of your spine. How is it that something so attached to you can never have your very own eyes layed upon it. We each contain something we cannot see, something we cannot comprehend, that is why is it placed in a place so unbeknown to us all. It is unbeknown to us, we never know what lyes behind that door, what our eyes cannot see in the depth of black, where no void or shape or vortex exist which our eyes can see. We enter with our bodies in full, only using our bodies to enter, the only being which enters is our bodies into a black door way, as our eyes will never see the contents of the doorway.
So if the doorway, is indeed a doorway, how do we actually know it IS a doorway? WE are told from the very beginning of our lives, that is a tree and that is the sky and that is a building and this is a school and that is the way your going to live your lives for the next ten years, then you must make the decisions on your life now. If you don’t then your doorways will be black, your skys fallen down. Your roads will be bent and your eyes will be flattened.
To us essentially the metaphorisity of a doorway becomes a way in which to live our lives.
No wonder our adventurer questions entrancec into these void spaces which we have annoted as a doorway.