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Nov. 15th, 2008 02:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoception"How might the cause into which we have sunk so much of our time, energy and emotion still be somehow right, even if it no longer appears to be?"
The dying first generation imagines a labyrinth into existence and cajoles its progeny into maintaining it. This the second dutifully does, but forgets where it was supposed to lead. The third does not understand what's happening at all. The labyrinth is just the place in which they live, and walls and rules come down one by one to let in the light and the air for better living. At last the outer wall itself is taken down, the world wonderingly re-entered, the cause the first distorted taken up anew, aright.
The astonished muse finds thousands by her side.
The dying first generation imagines a labyrinth into existence and cajoles its progeny into maintaining it. This the second dutifully does, but forgets where it was supposed to lead. The third does not understand what's happening at all. The labyrinth is just the place in which they live, and walls and rules come down one by one to let in the light and the air for better living. At last the outer wall itself is taken down, the world wonderingly re-entered, the cause the first distorted taken up anew, aright.
The astonished muse finds thousands by her side.
