You might become discouraged by the seemingly endless multiverse of mazes. There is another choice. Every maze is a challenge. Do you think you would be happy walking a straight corridor with no variation, no options, no challenges, and no mysteries? Boredom would dominate. Blank walls running off into the distant vanishing point like train tracks aren’t your destiny. You need the mystery of twists and turns.
What if the inexplicable became explicable? Now what? All problems are resolved. Lie in your hammock under the gentle breeze. How long would you last in that position? Years, months, weeks, days, hours, or even minutes? No, face it; you are a maze-walker. You don’t always find your way, but you keep moving down one passageway and into another. “Surely, there’s an end,” you think. But as long as you live, there will be another unmarked passageway for you to map.
Some people believe the straight corridor is the best passageway. They kid themselves; they seek the straightway because it seems to be the safe way. Nothing interrupts the plain walls in the corridor of their imagination. The next step is the same as the last. The maze of life is, of course, not like that, even for people who think they can stay on such a straight path.
In your labyrinthine life you encounter passageways that seem to appear out of nowhere. “I didn’t see that hole in the wall until I was upon it.” That’s the nature of the maze you walk. Its passageways are dependent upon earlier turns you chose to make, not on some predetermined design by a mysterious Daedalus. You are actually in control of part of the design, and Possibility and its offspring Probability are in charge of the rest.
As you wend your way, realize that all your passageways are works in progress. You construct much of that maze as you go, always finding new and mysterious paths to choose, and that’s what makes going a-mazing so amazing