…is a symbol of the fluidity of life. We pass through, but may we not also pass around or over? Most often, I believe, doors are constructions of our own egos, our own consciousness. We perceive doors even where there are none, just as we construct walls in the wilderness for no reason other than to give us a sense of boundaries. Why do we find boundaries and closed doors comforting? Maybe because they give us an excuse for setting limits. Maybe that’s how they make us feel safe. Where do you build doorways? How would you feel in a place where there were none?