In Ther Labyrinth

Is it possible to find a way through the labyrinth without Ariadne's thread? Is there a way to feel my way out? If I lay the palm of my right hand against the smooth rock face of the wall, will I sense its movement toward a door, or an opening that admits fresh air? I will accept either the greater or the lesser result. But I am afraid that a part of me I do not comprehend has sentenced me to wander these corridors that lead to yet other corridors. And as I wander, corridor upon corridor, I ponder: Even Ariadne's thread will fail me if I am so divided against myself, and soon I would recognize a hopeless future. That is one strong possibility, a practical man might take it as fait accompli and ponder his future into oblivion! What's the use? his sagging shoulders would convey. But - But the longer I inhabit this place, the more I feel I'm at home. As if I were not a visitor, or a stranger passing by, but a permanent resident of this reality. Perhaps in some distant time, I volunteered to explore the labyrinth, perhaps I was ordered to walk along corridor after corridor, perhaps even now I am an object of praise and the subject of talk. In their neighborhood talk, I may be the hero who wrestled the Minotaur to domesticity. How could I disappoint such people by something so trivial as my homecoming? If I discovered Ariadne's thread, I would not touch it....