Korridorium

♫ Inside the Temple of Braga ♫

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“I enter the corridor just like everyone else,” said the Master to his visitor, who had asked how he might find his way through life.

“Are you, then, a seeker like me?” the visitor further inquired.

But the Master shook his head. “The path forks; there are many passages to choose from—long, short, straight, sharp-turning, leading up and down stairs—and most end in dead ends.”

“That is precisely the trouble,” the visitor lamented. “In this labyrinth, I cannot find my way.”

Once again, the Master shook his head. “Labyrinth? That would be a single, winding passage that leads to the center through many loops, but without any branches. What you are describing is a maze.”

The visitor hesitated. “And how, then, do I find my way through the maze?”

For a third time, the Master shook his head and repeated, “I enter the corridor just like everyone else.” Then he smiled. “But beneath my steps, the maze transforms into a labyrinth.”

Labyrinth:

Maze: