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I am lost in the maze. My thread has broken. I don’t know when it happened, but I stand lost with the broken string in my hand. I don’t know which way is back and which way forward. Which way leads to safety and which to the Minotaur.
I think I can feel it’s hot breath on the back of my neck. I turn panicked and nothing is there. Only my own fear populating the dark with monsters. I stare at the broken thread in my hand and wonder even if I knew which way was which, which way would I go? Does what I seek lie in safety, in getting out, or in going further in? Must I like Theseus find my way to the heart of the labyrinth and slay the Minotaur? Or would I find another way to tame the beast, a way that does not involve blood and pain. Or perhaps at the center of the labyrinth there is no flesh-eating beast but only a mirror. A mirror so you can see that the only monster is in that shining surface and the only person you run from is yourself.
I stand in the dark with my broken thread and think. Safety is giving up. I can’t give up. It is not in me. I choose to go further into the haunted dark. I will face the beast, for to go back is cowardice and I could not bear it. The moment I choose the thread grows and leads further in towards the sounds of hooves and axes. I follow the thread towards the sounds. I have turned my back on safety and sanity. I go to embrace the Minotaur.