A dark Labyrinthine mass, projected outwards
And this is the world; Intricate and logically fiendish; An immense ‘process’ feeding back upon itself
It is both mask and mirror
Our world of light and movement, appears an ingenious business
But to witness it, shrouding the glittering ‘central jewel’, as an ill-omened wraith, is to see through it; These are only tattered remnants of smoke and shadow
This ‘precious stone’ then, is the real conductor of the enterprise
The more that can pass through it, the greater the heat generated, and yet it remains perfectly cool
The heat and friction is only for ‘the maze’; the shadowy, dusty and dim casing
But this is also anguish and suffering, for it is our projection and extension that is being burnt away
The stream ceaselessly pours through us from ‘the infinite sea’
But to cease it’s processing, ordering and ‘making real’ is to be overwhelmed and to risk ‘drowning’
