~ Theoraperion Enkleisis Mania ~

~ Theoraperion Enkleisis Mania ~

~ Theory of Enclosure of Madness ~

~ Madness of Enclosure of Theory ~ ~ Θεωρία Ἀπείρου Ἐγκλείσεως Μανίας ~

there is a maze

in the desert carved from sand and rock

a vast labyrinth of pathways and corridors one hundred miles long one thousand miles wide full of twists and dead ends picture it a puzzle

at the end of this maze

there is a prize

just waiting to be discovered all you have to do is

find your way through its twists and turns its floors/flaws its walls can you see the maze because the maze you have created

in your mind is itself the maze there is no desert no rock no sand there is only the idea of it it is an idea

that wills to dominate your every waking and sleeping moment you are inside the maze now you cannot escape welcome to madness

you have found this you are already within the corridors whether or not you meant to enter

the maze

will/what promise(s) you discovery will measures your steps as though endurance alone could earn

the prize

at its center

you may believe

madness waits there as your captor ready to crown itself

with your surrender madness is not the prize madness is a contender

if the walls begin to close the path seems fixed do not only walk it forward

turn the order retrace the language watch

what was end becomes arena what was prison becomes beginning

call yourself captive let madness claim the ground address it invite it mock it provoke it

until even the maze must adjust to the one who can move through it

in either direction

to the one who can move through it until even the maze must adjust provoke it mock it invite it address it let madness claim the ground call yourself captive what was prison becomes beginning what was end becomes arena watch retrace the language turn the order do not only walk it forward the path seems fixed if the walls begin to close madness is a contender madness is not the prize with your surrender ready to crown itself madness waits there as your captor you may believe at its center the prize as though endurance alone could earn will measures your steps will promise you discovery

the maze whether or not you meant to enter you are already within the corridors you have found this

to madness welcome/well come you cannot escape you are inside the maze now your every waking and sleeping moment

that wills to dominate it is an idea there is only the idea of it no sand no rock there is no desert in your mind is itself the maze because the maze you have created can you see the maze its walls its floors its twists and turns find your way through all you have to do is just waiting to be discovered there is a prize at the end of this maze a puzzle picture it full of twists and dead ends one thousand miles wide one hundred miles long a vast labyrinth of pathways and corridors carved from sand and rock in the desert there is a maze