The labyrinth of life. There’s no ball of string for it, is there? And it seems to be full of Minotaurs. At some point in early childhood, you become aware that one day you are going to die, and you might well ask: ‘What the hell does it all mean then?’
I remember wondering if death is like waking up from a dream you can no longer remember: after you die, your life becomes the dream part. What are we then? A dreamer of a dreamer of a dreamer? Or a dream within a dream within a dream? Start to think about it too hard, and you may well become lost. At which point stop. Take stock. Remember the wise words once spoken by the poet:
“Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.”
Written for dVerse Prosery
Today Merril is hosting Prosery, where we write short prose (144 words maximum) which must incorporate a given line of poetry. Today’s line is “Crucial to finding the way is this: there is no beginning or end.” from ‘A Map to the Next World‘ by Joy Harjo. Recommended reading!
Join us at the bar from 3pm EST for more Prosery…