A feeling of calm washes over you as you stand in front of the door backstage. Access to Star Dressing Room reads the sign posted on the otherwise plain black portal. You now know you live in a world where people who own music halls feel the need to label doors, not by the room they lead to, but by the face that they are doors to the room they lead to.
You live in world where people feel the need to label doors, however subtly, as doors.
It is not the realization itself that calms you, but rather its implications. Obviously you do not belong in a world where there are people so stupid as to require door labels. Surely you have no obligation to contribute to a society that makes clear the part of the wall you can walk through. It’s no mystery that you need not adhere to the rules of species that finds requisite instructions for passing from one room to another.
You can do whatever you want.
You are not of this world.
You are free.