The Gateway Building

I wonder if my therapist realizes how dark his office is, especially compared to the small ante-room where I wait for him to greet me.

The ante-room is bright. It would be easy to read magazines in there. The magazines don't interest me, so I read, over and over and over, a scroll on the wall, displaying words from His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, concerning compassion and "wise selfishness."

The interior of the Gateway Building, where my therapist's office is located, is generally dark, except for this small ante-room with two chairs, a lamp, two windows, two coasters, and a couple of month's worth of Time magazines.

The interior of the building is dark. The therapist's office is dark.

Darkness within darkness.

The gateway to all understanding.

I wonder if this is intentional, or if the therapist even realizes it. He has read the Tao, so I can envision either case.