I’m trying to create an option for all these doors in life. You’re inside or out, outside or in. Of late, doors have failed us more than the two-party system or marriages comprising only one person. We’ve been fooled into thousands of dualisms which the Buddha says is a bad idea. Nature has portals rather than doors. There are two vast cottonwoods near a creek and when I walk between them I shiver. Winding through my field of seventy-seven large white pine stumps from about 1903 I take various paths depending on spirit. The sky is a door never closed to us. The sun and moon aren’t doorknobs. Dersu Uzala slept outside for forty-five years. When he finally moved inside he died.
I saw Doors and saw Jim Harrison and thought it was a misspelling