Revolution Is A Phase, A Mood, Like

The Poet Marianne Moore Famously Wrote Of 'real Toads In Imaginary Gardens,' And The Labyrinth Offers Us The Possibility Of Being Real Creatures In Symbolic Space...in Such Spaces As The Labyrinth We Cross Over [between Real And Imaginary Spaces]; We Are Really Travelling, Even If The Destination Is Only Symbolic.

Walking . . . Is How The Body Measures Itself Against The Earth.

The Bigness Of The World Is Redemption. Despair Compresses You Into A Small Space, And A Depression Is Literally A Hollow In The Ground. To Dig Deeper Into The Self, To Go Underground, Is Sometimes Necessary, But So Is The Other Route Of Getting Out Of Yourself, Into The Larger World, Into The Openness In Which You Need Not Clutch Your Story And Your Troubles So Tightly To Your Chest.

A Labyrinth Is A Symbolic Journey . . . But It Is A Map We Can Really Walk On, Blurring The Difference Between Map And World.

Everyday Life Is A Disaster, And Disaster Can Liberate Us.