May 16, 2009
20 minutes walk from my apartment, on the corner of 'Rue Lusignan' and 'Notre Dame Ouest' there is a labyrinth. If you blink you'll miss it. If you look right at it, you'll still probably miss it. But if you look closely you'll find stones peeking out of the grass in a large pattern.
I found it by accident.
On Wikipedia an un-named "catholic writer" is credited as saying,
The labyrinth is a universal symbol for the world, with its complications and difficulties, which we experience on our journey through life. The entry to the labyrinth is birth; the center is death and eternal life. In Christian terms, the thread that leads us through life is divine grace. Like any pilgrimage, the labyrinth represents the inner pilgrimage we are called to make to take us to the center of our being.
But that's not true. That's the kind of academic bullshit that bogs down the world.
It doesn't need to symbolize anything. They've missed the uncomplicated significance of it being a path on the ground which, if you walk it, does a very particular thing in your head. You can not beat a labyrinth. It is the most remarkable thing. Just follow the lines and it will overtake you.
I feel very Christian in the labyrinth. And that feeling is something I cherish.
Exercise as self-flagellation; it's the only way to jog with integrity. Why else would you?