Just conquer your fear and confront the Minotaur, child!
You see; I'm not supposed to tell you this,
As secrecy is part of the rites,
But man is but a beast!
And that beast in there with you is no bull,
Just a person!
Talk to them! Outwit them! Fight them!
Listen, it's an island - but it's large seas.
Listen, it's an ocean - but it's on a gigantic boulder.
We're just trying to raise you up from childhood into adolescence.
The disorientation or anxiety you may suffer
Is only temporary,
And the environment around you is safe.
We're a small community,
This has been a pretty solid rite of passage.
All agree, we emerge more resilient.
We emerge more confident.
Such states of ignorance & fear
Truly forces one to assess
Their best courses of action.
Your choices within
Help you better understand yourself
And, therefore, us as well.
Such things give you a better idea
Of what you might like
To do with your life
And what position or role
You would best be suited for.
Do you feel lost? Ask for directions!
Use the dark! Knick the map off them!
Get the jump! Hide around a corner & ambush them!
It's just a maze! Not a prison.
The fresco at the house of M. Gavius Rufus shows a village mortified by a patently crazed Theseus. The children, all except one, celebrate what they do not understand. One, prostrated on the ground, makes eye contact with a skull and possibly the withered remains of a wreath or garland.
He was of Athens, not of Crete. Different culture, different upbringing. Contenders normally show mercy to defeated or yielding opponents. He thought he was doing the right thing by slaying him. Clearly, quite the mad man.
