The word "labyrinth" probably derives from the medieval English word "mæs", which means delusion or delusion. There is a similar term called “labyrinth”, which dates back to the 14th century, from the Latin “labyrinthus” and from the Greek “labýrinthos”, which expresses a building with intricate passages.
The adventure of the labyrinth has a meaning of symbolic death, a journey into the underworld, a journey into the afterlife. The way inland also symbolizes the way down at the same time and the victorious exit from the labyrinth can be compared to re-emerging from the surface of the sea.

In the labyrinth there is an almost perfect materialization of the initiation process. At the center of the labyrinth, the beginning is only with its inner reality, it meets itself, a divine principle, a mythological monster or anything else that can be represented by a "center". In any case, the center also means the place and the possibility of a knowledge so fundamental as to require a radical change of direction.

At the center, death and rebirth take place. The way to the center of the labyrinth symbolizes the way to the underworld, where the return to mother Earth is connected with the hope of a rebirth. The maze seems to take the form of a symbolic exchange in which death and life are the doubling of the same reality.

The labyrinth, as the most ancient cults show, is actually the graphic representation of the life cycle; it is an image of the supernatural and underworld world where higher mysteries and truths are hidden. A world towards which we necessarily walk.




In Crete, King Minos had asked Daedalus to build the labyrinth for the Minotaur. Having built it, and therefore knowing its structure, Daedalus and his son were precluded from any escape from Crete by Minos, as he feared that its secrets would be revealed and they were locked up in the labyrinth (all this last period lacks the source: Apollodorus in the second century BC he claims that Daedalus is locked up in the labyrinth because Minos holds him responsible for the "success" of Theseus, who can return from the Labyrinth thanks to the expedient of the ball that Daedalus himself had suggested. There are no other sources in antiquity that place Daedalus and Icarus imprisoned in the Labyrinth. Ovid in the Metamorphosis does not, neither does Diodorus Siculus). To escape, Daedalus built wings out of feathers and attached them to their bodies with wax. Despite his father's warnings not to fly too high, Icarus got caught up in the thrill of flying and got too close to the sun (in Phoebus mythology); the heat melted the wax, causing it to fall into the sea where it died. The father arrived safely in Sicily where he built a temple dedicated to Apollo, in memory of his son Icarus.



One of Thomas Mann's most significant works, "Doctor Faustus" is the tragic story of Adrian Leverkuehn, a German musician who, like Faust, obtains years of marvelous intellectual activity from the devil in exchange for eternal damnation. Written at the end of the last war and immediately after the war, the novel could not better express the desperate atmosphere of what was the catastrophe of Germany. Around the historical core that embraces three generations moves a world of characters presented with the skilful skill of a great stylist, with heartfelt pity or with biting irony, and digressions are knotted to the central plot that range in the fields of music, philosophy, science...


Dark and Light were children of mother Nature and father Universe. Two brothers, then, but they didn't look alike at all. Luce was cheerful, joyful, and always happy. Dark, on the other hand, was gloomy and sad. Light used bright colors and Dark only knew black. They were really different but they had one thing in common: they both loved children so much. Light was very loved and well-liked by them and Dark? No, he didn't, on the contrary he scared them and the more they got scared the more he suffered. His greatest desire was to be able to watch over the sleep of children, to be able to enter their rooms and be close to them all night. In fact, once he tried but it was a disaster: he went to find two children who were already in their cots. The first, as he saw him, began to scream and call his mother who chased him away by turning on a light bulb ... even that made light ... Dark then he tried with a little girl, he went into the bedroom but ... here is a deafening scream so loud that he was so frightened that he ran away. These had been the experiences of poor Dark ... it was really sad, no child wanted it. Light, one day she came up to him and asked him why he was always so sad. He told her about his misadventures, then concluded by saying:
"... If at least you could give me some of your light ..."
"Dear brother, I can't give you my light, but you don't have to be sad, do you know that you are very important?"
" For real ?"
"Of course, if I were there all day people would not be able to sleep and to recover their strength they would not be able to dream, the fireworks could not be done, the owls and the owls would not go out to eat, you would not see the fireflies, you see how important you are? And if you want some light talk to the Moon, it will surely help you."
Dark felt relieved and less sad ran to the Moon and asked her if she could help him by giving him some of her light ...
"Not even I can give you my light but I can help you anyway, I will come with you, I will also tell the stars and together we will form the Night and only thanks to you everyone will be able to admire us in the sky ... with the light this will not it could have happened." 
Dark's joy reached its peak when one evening he heard a child say: "Mom, I'm not afraid of the dark, he's my friend, and every night he cuddles me before going to sleep". Finally Dark knew happiness.


We have taken their space!
We have limited their area!
We humans usurp the animal world every day!
We are the cruel predators who eliminate defenseless animal species!
We are the real monsters and we destroy everything that is beautiful!
Until when will we have the power to do this?
How long will this planet not decide to shake up and send us all upside down?


Eyes of the heart inside a ring,
They wrote sad words of sin:
The wrong time,
The wrong beat,
The wrong night It was raining and you were crushed.
The wind was deserted,
the night dark,
You had a thought that warmed up,
You took it with you inside the hotels of iron.
And then he came,
with a shadow in his heart,
devouring donuts,
devouring the dust of ancient houses.
You wanted to escape the grave,
and your rose was still alive.
Then the flower turned daisy yellow,
Wine had the last drop on his heart And the car went into the ravine.



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