'You are the door in the rock that finally swings free when moonlight shines on it.
You are the door at the top of the stairs that only appears in dreams.
You are the door that opens onto a sea of stars.

Open me. Wide. Narrow. Pass through me, and whatever lies on the other side
could not be reached except by this.
This you. This now. This caught moment opening into a lifetime.'


WINTERSON