Pixar movie called 'Doors' where the people is doors and keys are their food and this one mean door--everyone thinks he hates keys but then, um, it's just the one specific key that unlocks him and he never really hated keys at all. 

Right? Will this heal our wounded soul? What if we pretended to not understand the relationship between doors and keys and then solved it with the plot of a movie? Couldn't we all stand around then and pat ourselves on the back over the triumph of understanding and emotional growth?

Doors!