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  <title>Comments on '50 Doors'</title>
  <subtitle>The harder I tried to &amp;quot;remember&amp;quot; something other than the inside of the sphere, the more empty my memories seemed. Yet, how could I miss what seemed like had never been there? Intellectually, I knew that I needed to go elsewhere and the only apparent way to get elsewhere was to go through one of the doors. Emotionally, I was lost. I centered my thoughts by breathing deeply : in out, in out. After a couple of deep breathes, I decided to be practical. I needed to be elsewhere. The only way to get elsewhere, appeared to be to go through one of the doors. But, which one? I had counted 50 door knobs; therefore, there must be 50 doors.</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Comment on 50 Doors</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intellectually, I knew that I needed to go elsewhere and the only apparent way to get elsewhere was to go through one of the doors. Emotionally, I was lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice line&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2007-06-13T17:04:46Z</published>
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      <name>FlirtingWithaBrickWall</name>
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