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The Door

Jesus said: I Am The Door. He said it in as many ways as could be said. My friend Morty reckons that the ‘door’ is just a metaphor: "I mean why would we need a door anyway? We would have to be stuck in a place so deep inside of our ourselves that we needed a way out." Morty gave his trademark s..t-eating grin as if solving an easily disproved theory. I actually dreamed of walking through it, but of course it was just a dream. When I told Morty about it he said he had had a dream as well. that he also had gone through that door: Morty claimed : "I saw there were openings everywhere, openings like blossoms of light getting larger and larger, and no doors." Of course Morty is a wise-ass, he likes to brag a lot and tries to put one over on you if he can. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ edit

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