Many Doors

Some doors look more promising than others.  The thing about doors is that you never know what is on the other side until you pass through.

Some doors lead to adventure while others lead to safety. 

Some doors are works of art and others are barely functional.

Sometimes you just want to escape and there is usually a door you must pass through in order to do so.

Some doors are constructs in our mind that hide the things we wish to suppress.

Also in our minds, we create doors that lead to imaginative wanderings.

Writers of fiction pass through many doors.  In science fiction there is a door into tomorrow.

I've always thought it would be handy to have a door through which upon passing you would immediately arrive at a destination of your choosing -- you might call it an instantaneous transporter door.

Country music is full of doors.  The line, "swinging doors, a jukebox and a bar stool" comes to mind.

There are doors to our heart, doors to our minds, doors into our very lives.  We hide behind doors.  We pass through doors.  We open them and we close them.

Doors divide the compartments we create that each separately contain parts of who we are.  They are the portals of connection between the disparate pieces of our existence.

Some day we will pass through the door "to the other side."

What do you do with doors?

"Ask and it will be given to you, seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.  For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened." -- Matthew 7:7-8

The most important door of all stands between us and eternity:

"Here I am!  I stand at the door and knock.  If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me." -- Revelation 3:20

Doors give us a sense of control.  They are a nexus -- a link.

If you think about how doors connect the compartments of our lives you can almost visualize the model of an atom made with Styrofoam balls and straws.  Could our lives be an abstraction of what is happening at the molecular level?  Might they also be a model of the Cosmos?

This door has apparently been one into speculative wandering.  It's a good thing I left a trail of bread crumbs to find my way out.  Uh, oh, here come the birds....