Tsotha
donnyQ
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- Aug 4, 2013
- Posts
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Walk down branching corridors,
search, perceive, decide
which way to turn, the pace to move,
finally come to a dead-end,
a place with no decisions left,
where everything makes sense,
nothing ever disturbs certainty.
Sit there alone, proud
of an achievement, of having found
-perfection-
and a blind, stubborn eternity
until realizing no one else is there,
and there is nothing left to do.
Get up, at first in denial,
crying out for all the fools
to find their way to this isle,
this little piece of heaven.
Yet no one comes.
Next, wallow in doubt,
search again for the path,
for the next branching of the way, but
it's not there, there is no solution, only the
-final-
solution.
Search for the way back instead,
certain of having chosen wrong
at some point,
but that way is now closed,
walls of certainty and arrogance
have sealed the way.
So look around for the blinking light
and a sign saying
Congratulations!
You have walked to the end of this particular mindset,
and reached a little death, a prison of the mind.
And then finally realize that
the questions were the important part,
not the answers, not the path,
not the destination,
so the labyrinth and the prison are
finally undone.
Don't ask. I have no idea.
Walk down branching corridors,
search, perceive, decide
which way to turn, the pace to move,
finally come to a dead-end,
a place with no decisions left,
where everything makes sense,
nothing ever disturbs certainty.
Sit there alone, proud
of an achievement, of having found
-perfection-
and a blind, stubborn eternity
until realizing no one else is there,
and there is nothing left to do.
Get up, at first in denial,
crying out for all the fools
to find their way to this isle,
this little piece of heaven.
Yet no one comes.
Next, wallow in doubt,
search again for the path,
for the next branching of the way, but
it's not there, there is no solution, only the
-final-
solution.
Search for the way back instead,
certain of having chosen wrong
at some point,
but that way is now closed,
walls of certainty and arrogance
have sealed the way.
So look around for the blinking light
and a sign saying
Congratulations!
You have walked to the end of this particular mindset,
and reached a little death, a prison of the mind.
And then finally realize that
the questions were the important part,
not the answers, not the path,
not the destination,
so the labyrinth and the prison are
finally undone.
Don't ask. I have no idea.
