I think back to this Matrix scene, where Morpheus shows Neo the world as it really is, he can not stand this vision of the world and refuses to believe it. I was there a short time ago, breathless from the lack of fresh air, constantly breathing in the memories of the past, cloisonné in my comfort zone that I had made myself well. I was like that velociraptor in Jurassic Park, acting as a reptilian brain to my human impulses, but also to the dictatorship of others, in the purest selfishness of thinking only of myself by being blind to having what it is necessary to open the door. This door is only perceived when one accepts to be human, to feel things, to experience emotions, and to accept being a sentient and mortal being. We go around so many times, that we forget that our loneliness comes first of all from ourselves, and that the time to run after keeping our comfort afloat, leaves us ignorant of our own person. Who am I ? to know it, we must already be able to accept a door, or else just wait for us, our come, and understand that we always bring to those who wait and those who go around in circles, a key to take the choice to move towards an enlargement of our comfort, immaterial it is, that of being good with oneself.