...we never really know what’s on the other side of a door...
...we tell ourselves we do...armed with speculations, memories, plans, wishes, and peeking through keyholes...but, even if a door’s open, or transparent, we see only what’s visible within a thin frame...the tiniest sub-section of an ineffable everything...not to mention that ladies can turn out to be tigers, and tigers, ladies...that the simplest decisions turn out, almost invariably, to be the most complicated...
...trust in beliefs, gods, attitudes...come up with what seem to be a likely few out of infinite contingencies...endless facets of the great unknown invariably to be found on that infinitely mysterious other side.....though, let’s face it, that's true of this side, as well...
...so that, sometimes, there’s simply nothing to do but open ourselves and go on through...
...we tell ourselves we do...armed with speculations, memories, plans, wishes, and peeking through keyholes...but, even if a door’s open, or transparent, we see only what’s visible within a thin frame...the tiniest sub-section of an ineffable everything...not to mention that ladies can turn out to be tigers, and tigers, ladies...that the simplest decisions turn out, almost invariably, to be the most complicated...
...trust in beliefs, gods, attitudes...come up with what seem to be a likely few out of infinite contingencies...endless facets of the great unknown invariably to be found on that infinitely mysterious other side.....though, let’s face it, that's true of this side, as well...
...so that, sometimes, there’s simply nothing to do but open ourselves and go on through...
