A transformative freedom will be found in the Labyrinth within the Visual Space. The walls in which the guards become the prisoners and in which the prisoners become greater than their captive empire, demarcate and validate ritual space. Slave/Master – Master/Slave. As a creature of imagination you are cocooned and cradled, (if it is a ritual of non-aggression that brought you to the endless tunnels), perception shifts, equilibrium is restored and empathetic wisdom flows like a tidal wave. If it is an aggressive policy you brought to this chamber then the infinite self-reflexivity found within the Labyrinth will make you eat yourself.
…I find myself now, nightly, dreaming of crawling blind out from the Labyrinth, my fingers, having clawed at the mud and stone that flags the path, worn to the bloody bone. I fall, my hands over my face trying to forget everyone I have let down, everyone I have hurt whose faces haunt the Minotaur’s tomb. I am broken. I am beast. I am burden…
Love how abstract this is! 🙂
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Thank you woven Eclipse 😉 x
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