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Theseus

 We are all labyrinth, trying to find our way out within ourselves. Ariadne's thread yet to appear on our hands. We could hear the Minotaur roaring to get out as we struggle to find the exit before the hybrid does. An ungodly being created by us stuck in the center of our mind. Once we finally find the red ball of thread, it's not the end. Only the beginning to mark our tracks.  
 
When a track is a dead end, we swear not to be back there again and try to find another route starting at the line where we went wrong. Until then, until the last thread runs out, there will be many choices to make and many to correct.  Keep moving, don't rest.  
 
When you do go out, don't rest. When the labyrinth is solved, mazes that are put long before you were born, will be yours to  go through to find the wide-open spaces. After you’ve passed, looking back at the ones you have solved, they will not look scary anymore. Rest in Peace, resting in silence.  
 
If you do come back to live this life for the rest of eternity, in between birth and death, ask yourself, would you do the same thing again or do things differently than the last time? Solving the inner workings of the mind one lifetime at the time to reach yourself. Once that is achieved, the big bang of complete meaning of existence will come out of its hibernation. The thread no longer needed, the hybrid no longer existing, and the labyrinth crumbling to the ground with the loop closing on its self as if the snake is eating its own tail for the very last time. But the mazes will still be standing tall.  
 
If you do decode the mind, when rational imagination gets pulled in to be unfurled as being the higher level of reality we can now grasp on by our senses, what's next? There will be a whole new grammar to be learned. Space and time coexisting as a physical being, saying ‘’When are you?’’ than ‘’Where are you?’’ at times depending on which part of time in space you are meeting up. Seeing that the future can control the past as the past controls the future. When life began as life ended that revolves destroying and creating us. The knowledge of how being came to be in the first place discovered. When anything can be literally possible, when everything is now, you still must keep moving, don’t rest.            
Written by LUUH19 (Emeraldia)
Published | Edited 23rd Jul 2019
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