Within my mind is an endless corridor of door after door after door. This is a picture of life. Each door is the next thing that happens to us. Sometimes, we choose to go through that next door, sometimes, the door opens by itself, and time merely pushes us through. And I know that one day, behind one of those doors, death is waiting for us, each and every one. I have wondered what it would be like if all the doors were opened, all at once, and I could see my whole life, all the "next things" that were going to happen to me, simultaneously. Really, for all the side to side movements that we do, we can all stretch out our entire lives into one corridor of scenes, separated by doors. And if I were to see the whole way down, I think I'd mostly remember what door death were behind. Beyond that, the door that is there remains closed, and what is next not for us.
