Friday, December 3, 2010
Lexington Victorian Sampler Collection Furniture
The Labyrinth of Mind Magic carton
crosses the threshold. I plunged into the labyrinth. You begin to explore it. All around. You lose. You are. And walk.
You fall and get up. Continue the path. You decide. Opt. Choose. Err. 're Right. Return to starting point. You push.
And suddenly, one day ... get to the center and understand that the aleph is nothing more than the threshold of a new maze.
and penetrate it. I plunged into the labyrinth. You begin to explore it. All around. You lose. You are. And walk.
You fall and get up. Continue the path. You decide. Opt. Choose. Err. 're Right. Return to starting point. You push.
And suddenly, one day ... get to the center and understand that the aleph is nothing more than the threshold of a new maze.
and enter it ... and I plunged into the labyrinth ... and ...
And suddenly, one day ... the maze disappears.
No limits, no walls, no bends, no roads, no signs, no decoys, no destination, no memories, no promises or ideals, or expectations, or confusion, or multiplicity of mazes.
There is only one absolute thing. Only a total everything.
Only this time. This place.
And nothing more ...
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