I once lived some summers in a little hill town in Mexico. The front door of our house had no doorknob or handle. It had a small hole in the middle. From inside a string was attached to the latch, so one could thread the string through the hole and a person on the outside could then pull the string, lift the latch and enter. For me, this is a great image for the acceptance process. We begin from within, we somehow dare to send out a little string through a small hole in our psychological armor and allow entry for something new without being able to see what it is ahead of time.