Entrance to the Maze
Prologue The Maze.
I met them at the gate though I usually
wait inside. Preoccupied with their own throughts, impatient, like so many
children, they didn't see who I really was. They never noticed my crown, my
pain, the fire in my eyes.
Like all others they think the Maze was made for
them; actually, it is the other way around. They think I am some poet who will
lead them through the symbols and spaces of this Underworld. They think I will
teach them lessons. They should call me Cerberus...I am the lesson.
monstrous walls rise up and run away as far as the human eye can see, circling
and dividing. Which half is the Maze?
Even I get lost. It changes - sometimes
slowly, imperceptibly...sometimes suddenly. This House is not only made of stone
and mortar, wood and paint; it is made of time and mystery, hope and fear.
Construction never stops. I take some pride in my role as architect.
think I will guide them to the center. Perhaps I will...
The sun was very
Together we walked through the gate into...
...the first room.
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