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Doors


Doors are both an entrance and exit. The are the beginning and the end. Just life and death, the moon and the sun and the 24 hour cycle in a day. All of these cycles have a beginning, middle and end. And even though many people think that beginning and end are apart from one another than are closer than you think. Where somewhere a baby is born is where somewhere else is dying about to be born again. The law of conservation states that matter can’t be created nor destroyed it only changes form. Life can’t be neither created nor destroyed it only changes form.

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