There are two doors here, and I don't know which way to go. I know one leads back to a place I remember, a place I know. It is not a perfect place, but I'm... comfortable there. I've been through that door many times now, and each time I enter I lose a little more of my natural exploratory tendancies. I know that every day I go in there, I will be back here, with my two doors to face. They will always be there if I go through that door. But every time I do, I know it is getting less a...