Life a labyrinth, death a labyrinth,
Endless labyrinth, says the Master of Ho.
Everything enslaves, nothing sets free,
The suicide's reborn to some other suffering.
The prison opens onto another,
Each footstep drags another footstep.
Who thinks he can unroll
The roll, unrolls nothing.
Nothing flows anywhere. The centuries
Also live underground, says the Master of Ho.
—Henri Michaux