The third door

The third door

the third door stood in front of me and just stared at me as if it wanted to answer a question. I said to the door, -I have nothing to tell you. after a while I understood that all 3 doors were the third door and could remember the complex riddle of the 2 doors that with their doormen answered questions with truth or lie you just didn't know who or what. I thought it didn't matter as both lead to error if you only have these 2 based on the lack of objective truth that is true without having a corresponding lie as a reference. After all, the one who lies can speak the subjective truth since lies are to seduce and dance with secular vibes. So I see that 2 doors look a little more alike and that one of these 3 stands out. Now as I stood in front of these doors I watched people go in and out through 2 of these and I began to wonder why. Don't they see there is a third door, I thought. People went in and out in a rush and then I saw it. They see people coming in and out from these 2 doors and therefore they feel safe with that and then the third door becomes invisible to them for that reason . The third door stood there as if it were a wall with a painted door that could not be used. I grabbed the handle of this door, opened it, took a step in, and found myself coming back to stand in front of this door again. What the hell I thought, how is that possible. I'm not getting anywhere this way. I went back in and suddenly stood inside the door. I turned on the light and then I was standing outside the same door again. WTF , I thought. I went in a third time and thought that now I'm not going to turn on the light anyway, and took a couple of steps out onto the floor. I reached out to feel with my hand and to not trip. After a couple of steps I realized that I was standing in front of a door and felt with my hand along the side of the door. There was something stuck in the middle. I could make out that there was a number 3 stuck there. Surely it can't be the same door again and was with the same hand on the way to turn on the lamp. Wait a minute, I said to myself, what does it matter to turn on the lamp if I still come back to the same place, in front of door no. 3. I'm still standing here and don't need to turn on the light to understand this. I grabbed the handle to, as I thought, enter through the same door a fourth time and find myself in front of the same door again as it happened 3 times before. I gasped as I realized I should hear the others going in and out of the other 2 doors but it was like complete silence and no sounds of others could be heard. Now, I thought, isn't it the same door and thought of the hardware that had hung on the door the other times and I recognized again with my hand and remembered that the number plate was brass and the number 3 cut into the material. The same as I feel now, I said quietly to myself. It IS the same but yet something was different anyway. I opened the door and a beam of light grabbed me and pulled me forward and in so the door closed behind me. -Welcome home, said a voice. The one who spoke to me was the doorman Gabriel. You are the Archangel Gabriel, I said. Absolutely right he said and now you will see paradise. I followed him and about what happened next, maybe someone else will tell you, who knows...

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