a certain doorway

There is a certain Doorway through which some have crossed over to other places, other dimensions, from which few if any ever return. Some say the Doorway is a Painting, a Magic Painting. Others say it is a device---a stargate, a portal, a magic casement---created by unknown and unknowable beings from the singularity at the very heart of the Cosmos.

Mathematicians believe it is a flaw in the geometry of spacetime. More sensible people perceive it as an actual door made of matter (such as wood, stone, plastic, metal or ivory or any substance for that matter in any known or unknown universe, including the strange substance of which the Philosopher’s Stone is made).

The Door, or Doorway if you prefer, makes itself known at the crucial turning or tipping points of a person’s life. The Doorway appears in dreams and visions. It materialises miraculously at moments of peace and stillness, especially when the multitude of clasping clutching things required to sustain the illusion of self retreat snarling with frustration into the lower circles of hell.

It also materialises miraculously at moments of great tumult and turmoil and misery in a person's life, offering an escape to those who are able to recognise the possibility.

But to see the Doorway is one thing. To walk through it is another. It takes a brave heart indeed to enter those domains that lie beyond.

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