The Maze of Life

Poor little mouse. Placed in a maze full of twist bends and turns, walls with many colours, and a plethora of other tricks, obstacles, and treasures to attack the five senses and embattle the mind. Left alone to decide where next to travel in this never ending maze. DECISIONS! A million a second pound through the poor creature’s brain as it ventures through the maze. What will the next decision bring? Pleasure? Pain? Happiness? Sadness? Death? Vindication? Devastation? The list of possibilities is an endless deep ocean. From time to time the little mouse may get help. An obstacle kindly removed, a push in the right direction, an undeserved reward. The poor mouse may also be hindered. Deceived. Confused. Misguided. From above, its creator, who shaped the right conditions for the mouse’s birth, who brought the mouse this far in its life, watches. Wonders. Records. To the mouse, its creator, is God. Able to move “mountains”, able to punish, able to provide, able to take away. From time to time the poor mouse comes to a place in the maze where it can not decide the next action, the next direction, the next step. It glances around, it glances up. Will God help? What to do? Carry on, hoping the decision is the right one. Night and day the need to make decisions, comprehend, decipher, and endure bombard the poor creature. Does the maze have an ending? Of course! The maze ends with the end of life. But the mouse does not need to fear this, for God will reach into the maze and remove its lifeless body. Take it away from the chaos, from the endless mental wars internally raging since birth, and place it where there is no maze, into a place of openness and endless peace. Dear reader, you are the mouse.