Thursday, January 02, 1992
A maze
Running around, he was frantic about what may lie around the corner. He hurtled through the maze, unsure why he was running the course. “Can’t stop”, he told himself. “You can’t stop”, the voice from above or was it from below? echoed through his head. This is what progress is, he thought. Move constantly. Exertion and effort was going to be rewarded. The efficiency of perpetual motion demands a disregard of human limits. So he ran endlessly until he fell, finally dead from exhaustion, finding himself in front of a slightly opened door labeled “Freedom”. With the last of his energy, he crawls through doorway. Infinite darkness surrounded him. “Ah, sweet freedom, I prostrate myself before you.” Having followed the arduous path, there was no return; he stepped off the narrow ridge between infinite and void.