I speak to you of the door that was lost during the accident long ago, to a paradise near at hand, but impossible for ordinary people to apprehend. There is nothing the least bit esoteric about it, and it lies in resonance throughout the most common of phenomenon, which is precisely how it is hidden. All stories steal from it, and none resemble it. We began to discover the door in early childhood… and then, for nearly all of us, it was either obscured entirely, mimicked by human subcultures, abstracted, fetishized, or distorted by fables, modern or historic… but the door is alive, and awaits the signal of recognition that awakens it to service…