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  • "Ladies and Gentleman, shall we see what's behind Door Number One," Bob Barker beckons.

    "One," as the song proclaims, "is the loneliest number."

    "We are one in the Spirit," sings the spiritualist. We all join in, "we pray that all unity may one day be restored."

    Unity. Oneness. These two terms have very different meanings. The possibility of one or the other may lie behind this door.

    Hesitate to drop in the Matrix image. Neo wandering down the corridor of doors looking for The Architect. He was thought to be the ONE. More like one of many in the 1010110101110010001010 matrix.

    "One of these days when my feet are on the ground," Sir Paul proclaims, "I'm gonna look around and see."

    One is the sparkling vision of sight blurred, hindered, influenced, impaired. We fail to see. Because not one of us sees the same.

    Art is how we share our multitude of visions of the One. There lies a rich diversity in reflection of that one. One who is three in one. One who is many. One who lives. Another one who is removed. And the one who does not exist.

    Back to the one on the door. On display for all to see.

    How many people walk down the street where this door resides yet fail to notice the magical glow to door number one.
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