The Doors of Truth

When they open, sometimes they are like light, searing revelations bathing us, purifying all who seek them.

But more often the doors to truth are cloaked in rot, ugly from both near and far.  In the distance, you can try to ignore them, but like a repugnant insect on a white wall, small enough to be disregarded for a time, once seen, they are impossible to forget.

Creeping on the edge of your consciousness until you address, accept, and cross through them.