Once upon a midnight dreary, in the glow of non-existent photons, the wise-cracker pondered: when asked to glance, should one ever truly look? Illuminate your thoughts with shadows.
Steps are taken, swallowed by night; each pathway leads nowhere, hardly a journey at all. Yet step by step, the diligent do walk their maze, often stopping to reconsider the merits of direction over the joy of wandering.
Consider the irony of the pondless man swimming in invisible waters. Such is life: a series of decisions made under the dim glow of hindsight, which is always brighter than foresight, if only slightly. Seek solace not in truth, but in the illogical absurdity of existence.
The silenced corridors echo with whispers of choices unchosen. Behold the pathway once more: dance with phantoms or wander the maze.
Would a choice still be a choice if it were made in the dark? The light, ever a rumor, teases with the shape of possibility.