The opening of doors is a mystery act: it has in it some flavor of the unknown, some sense of moving into a new moment and a new pattern of the human rigmarole.

　　It includes the highest glimpses of mortal gladness: reunions, reconciliations and the bliss of lovers long parted.

　　Even in sadness, the opening of a door may bring relief: it changes and redistributes human forces. But the closing of doors can be terrible. It is a confession of finality. Every door closed brings something to an end. And there are degrees of sadness in the closing of doors. A door slammed is a confession of weakness. A door gently shut can be the most tragic gesture. Every one knows the pain that comes just after the closing of a door, when the loved one is still near, within hearing, yet already far away.

　　The opening and closing of doors is part of the serious flow of life. It will not stay still, or let us alone. We are continually opening doors in hope, closing them in despair.