ON THE PKG LINE

yufoolio lost for years in the maze found what again he thought was the center ... but strange to tell only by a climb to the top of a mountain ... not a mountain distant from the maze but a mountain in the middle of it ... of course he thought when he got to the top ... how else to solve a maze but to add a dimension and climb above it ... catching his breath he stood up and began to survey the puzzle when immediately the clouds gathered and it began to rain and he could see nothing and he was tired and he was cold and he was getting wet ... each drop reminded him he had been here before ... or what was the same ... thought he had ... the little man in the oversized coat leaning against the pillar of the tree for example ... the coat might be new but the ticket in its pocket was the same he'd been traveling on all his life ... the very same carriage carrying him when he thought he was the one doing all the weary pushing and pulling ... not his strength but power ... not his mind but kingdom ... not his hungry ambition but glory

cf McCool, ed, Clarke, The Universe as Journey, 49-92