The Door to Enlightenment

Dave Brey
7 min readAug 12, 2021

Choose your door wisely.

… or never.

In the middle of the hallway there stood another door. It was more of a doorway, nailed roughly into the floor in the center of the hall. A modest door hung on three hinges.

A sign above the door read “Enlightenment.” I walked around the door and on the other side it looked the same. The same single word was painted on both sides of the sign.

I looked back at the other doors, each one representing a choice of an afterlife and one a way back to the reality of Earth, but this door stood alone in the hall.

I studied the door and looked for meaning in it. I ran my hands over the wood frame, but it was just standard two by four whitewood, the cheapest available. I examined the nails. They were all hand driven, but standard eight or ten penny nails. The hinges were cheap brass, fastened with screws, some at an awkward angle as if the individual who hung the door was not very experienced and had to hang the door alone in the frame. It wasn’t a bad job, just not the work of an experienced carpenter. The door was very inexpensive. Just hollow core fiber board painted white, the cheapest available at a home improvement store. The knob was also cheap brass, with no locking mechanism.

The sign above the door was hand painted, and not very well. The spacing was not carefully planned, so the n and the t at the end of “Enlightenment.” were a little squished together. The period at the end of the word was drippy, as if the sign was hung before the paint was dry; as if the painter were in a rush, or perhaps not so concerned with the final product.

I tried to imagine who would put this sort of a door together. I determined it must be made by a novice human. The other doors were so ornate and complex and unique that they had to be made by master craftsmen from this world or the next. This door was cobbled together from items on hand. No time was spent trying to get the best wood available. No painstaking carvings or lavish painting decorated this door.

The knob did not even have a lock on it. All the other doors had ornate locks or were heavily padlocked. Why did this door not have a lock? I had the ring of keys in my hand, but there was no need for a key. I searched the key ring anyway. I counted all the…

Dave Brey

Moving toward perfection with no hope of getting there and learning along the way. I like to help others by teaching them how to help themselves.