Doors of Conception…

“Excuse me…”

I woke up and looked at the walking stick  insistently tapping my boot, then up at the black face in the sun, and shaded my eyes…

“…Do you want to be human?”

The voice was young, but also insistent. The black face in the sun had spiky hair.

“…thought I was human.”

The black spikes shook, “You’re currently all lopsided.” The stick pointed down a hole in the earth by my side, “You see the three doors?”

It was true, there were three transparent doors… superimposed…

“First is mind, then movement, finally heart… doors to humanity. You coming…?”

 

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