To think is not to get out of the cave; it is not to replace the uncertainty of shadows with the clearcut outlines of things themselves, the flame's flickering glow with the light of the true Sun. To think is to enter the Labyrinth...It is to lose oneself amidst the galleries which exist only because we never tire of digging them; to turn round and round at the end of a cul-de-sac whose entrance has been shut off behind us—until, inexplicably, this spinning around opens up in the surrounding walls cracks which offer passage.

Crossroads in the Labyrinth, Cornelius Castoriadis