Just a pair of revolving doors, no more special than any others. Mundane, transparent glass cased in a metal embrace and once, only once will the doors land parallel to one another, giving one unsuspecting traveller entry to pass through them and transcend with ease. The doors swing, whine and spin all day, awaiting a parallel union. I'm walking towards them, only thoughts of the morrow bearing in my mind, all else oblivion. My hand rests upon the cool steel of the handle, but it needs no force. I continue through the opening and reach the next revolving door, only to find it parallel to its twin. I walk through the door with nonchalant ease. The clock suspends; at that moment, that precise moment, the universe rushes forth. Physicists theoretical formulas prevail, autotrophic truths, personal awareness, intergalactic intelligence and sacred geometry. This knowledge beams down upon me in an instant of profound consciousness. All questions have been remade statements, all is known, yet it all breaks down to the elementary. Instead of wailing for complexities and scribbling anomalies', we need only ask the simplest of questions. Is it love or fear? Is it for love of betterment or fear of failure? Is it for love of pleasure or fear of reality? Is it for love of stimulation or fear of being alone with ourselves? To meagre me, it all shines true, i choose my intangible path precisely and inwardly salute the chance of the two parallel, revolving doors. I step through the doorway and depart the metal embrace, walking on as though I never flinched.
Photo
http://www.sxc.hu/photo/908378
Video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_3HVelRugo
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