This is a true story. Once upon a time, there was a man who lived to move in and out of rooms. The passage of time, the flow of different spaces—regardless of their significance—moved him. There was something about the light breeze of a doorway that made him feel present, full… alive. The stillness of the air without motion was never enough; it fed the anxiety rotting his thoughts and dreams. He loved passing through doors so much that he made it his life's mission to find more of them.
The more he sought these passages, the larger the doors became. Eventually, he stood before the largest door he had ever seen: the entrance to a grand, baroque chapel. Inside sat an organ of impossible proportions, crafted from the horns of extinct rhinoceroses. The sound was so magnificent that he forgot the atrocities required to build it. He forgot an entire species driven to extinction, wiped from the face of this Earth. He forgot his wife… his children… his ailing parents' calls remained unanswered. So enchanted was he, that he decided right there, on the spot, he would never leave. This "Exitman" could easily lock himself in with the organ and immerse himself in the melody of the horns forever.
As the music reached a glorious, rising crescendo, the man closed his eyes to a grand vision—a single, gigantic horn piercing upward from the burning core of the Earth toward the blue sky. It was a tower bridging the Earth and the Heavens. The sound had opened a door he had never encountered before.
"I have never seen such a horn," the man said aloud. "And this vision… never have I had such a unique experience. The might of it… the power… The Unihorn," the Exitman obsessed on his way home, "will become the most famous structure in the world. Once it is built, my name will become history. No more tiny doors and exits for me. The breeze will flow endlessly at the Unihorn's peak. There, and only there, I am going to feel always alive."
The Exitman could tell, he felt it in his bones, that when his vision—his Unihorn—went public, his name would be etched forever, on the doormat of Eternity.
What more could one ask for?