there are things known
and things unknown
and in between
are the doors
Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception, 1954
or Elektra Records publicist, press release, 1967
If the doors of perception were cleansed every
thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself
up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Close your eyes, close the door
You don’t have to worry anymore
I’ll be your baby tonight
Bob Dylan, I'll be your baby tonight, 1968
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