The idea of scarcity implies that much of everyday life pulls us away from the wild Self. Routine, social roles, and the pressure to appear “fine” can form a kind of protective architecture, useful for functioning but costly for feeling. In that sense, doors are few because the psyche defends itself; it prefers predictability over the vulnerability required for deeper knowing.
Yet, precisely because these entrances are rare, they become precious. When an opening appears—through art, solitude, love, grief, or sudden insight—it can feel like stepping into a truer climate, where intuition speaks more clearly and the body’s wisdom is harder to ignore. [...]
