“ita Daedalus implet innumeras errore vias
vixque ipse reverti ad limen potuit: tanta est
fallacia tecti.” (Ovid, Metamorphoses VIII. l.
166-168)
[So Daedalus made those innumerable winding
passages, and was himself scarce able to find his
way back to the place of entry, so deceptive was the
enclosure he had built.” Horace Gregory, however,
offers a slightly different translation: “So
Daedalus designed his winding maze;/ And as one
entered it, only a wary mind/ Could find an exit to
the world again —/ Such was the cleverness of that
strange arbour.” p.220. — Ed.]
Or in other words: shy from the sky. No answer lies
there. It cannot care, especially for what it no
longer knows. Treat that place as a thing unto
itself, independent of all else, and confront it on
those terms. You alone must find the way. No one
else can help you. Every way is different. And if
you do lose yourself at least take solace in the
absolute certainty that you will perish.
- Mark Z. Danielewski, House of
Leaves
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