Must I seek peace at the center of a maze, searching down false passages and wrong turnings? Worry has come to sit beside me on my cushion.
I am the Minotaur, myself at the center of the labyrinth. You placed me here with all needed provisions. I need not search, I am not lost. I am already at the goal.
Peace, sit beside me in my fortress, let worry dispel like lost mist.
All is well in here.
(Letter #2,401)
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