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Every Map Is Blank
Mar. 22nd, 2016 10:31 pmInspired by Cold Specks
Every map is blank.
You think you understand the symbols you see. That's a road. That's a landmark. That's where you live. That's the route you take every day.
But that's not reality. That's a construct you've built. An illusion we enforce. It's persistent, sure. It's useful, in the short term. But then you come to rely on it. And if you build your life on illusion, where will you be when the construct falls?
Do not say you'd still be here, in this town, with these vistas. Do not say you'd remember the curve of the worn past, the corner where you turn, the overhang where you might wait when it rains.
No, the territory is just as much a fiction. You will be where you've always been.
And the world of stones will not welcome your conceptions.
Every map is blank.
You think you understand the symbols you see. That's a road. That's a landmark. That's where you live. That's the route you take every day.
But that's not reality. That's a construct you've built. An illusion we enforce. It's persistent, sure. It's useful, in the short term. But then you come to rely on it. And if you build your life on illusion, where will you be when the construct falls?
Do not say you'd still be here, in this town, with these vistas. Do not say you'd remember the curve of the worn past, the corner where you turn, the overhang where you might wait when it rains.
No, the territory is just as much a fiction. You will be where you've always been.
And the world of stones will not welcome your conceptions.
