《在半个迷宫中》 Be In a Half of Maze
Be In a Half of Maze
Be in a Half of Maze means a improbable chase.
A maze is not really trying completely strand the visitor. Its essence manifests itself as parts in an intangible substance: Roads. Nevertheless, by the walking it allows, we can always face only part of it.
Parts do not mean that it cannot reflect or shield the whole. Among the glowing fragments witnessed: guessing, searching, trying to synthesize a gestalt. Where there is no light there exists unilluminated breath.
Does not matter whether or not we believe that each fragment is connected while hidden, some fragments do reflect others. The most wonderful thing about fragment is that it leaves a variety of filler possibilities, to imagine different versions of the whole.
There will be the superposition of possibilities: the possibility from one fragment leaves versus that of another one and another... This is no doubt an open product of enormous magnitude, from which no other inferences can be drawn, only means just countless tiny twists and turns. It is precisely all attempts of escaping and solving that pave the path of the maze.
Therefore some give up, some stay roaming. Owing to this state, when facing the maze, it becomes more and more of an eternal half.
This eternal gesture of viewing comes through sceneries. It has no center, no exit and no perfection. However, it is not confusing. The difficulty is precisely that the maze tends to appear as a number of common rooms.
If you are able to look down at a maze, you will naturally find it is indeed a half. But even if the perspective from the sky makes it clear, when you look at the ground plan, you are already trapped by it again.
This time, you'll meet geometric planners of preciseness, the researcher rescuing for historical debris, you'll see suicide notes and volcanoes lighting up each other in games or dreams, and will see people who grow up in a maze and in the end devour it.
It is still the ancient metaphor. The world is half a maze, the viewers and walkers participate in the other.
So there may not be a complete maze at all; the maze is always half, just as infinity cannot be a certain value. When infinity is halved, it is still infinite; and even after the perplexity in the mind doubles it, it is still the same.
Everyone, whether strong or weak, assumes he/she to be the King at the center of the world, which proves the infinity of the world. An insider can only believe that he/she is a unique running away one; in fact, ends up to be one of the anonymous constructors.
In the brain, in the eyes, in the hands, in walking, in half a maze. The unsolvable intertwinement and disentanglement are spells and keys of artists. Obsession is a symptom that rely on but need to overcome. Just like bows and lyres share the same strings. Like this is not a Foreword but a Chord.
Once a friend wrote, dipped in the water, a promptly fleeting sentence as a gift: In an open maze, the general draws the bow; weary in the mountains, the zephyr follows.