Lying awake at 3 a.m. and kept awake by having to think my way through circuitous byways; puzzling over connections and disconnections. What would be thought and perhaps said (and to whom) in the way of self-showing, what some call sharing (thank you for sharing that with us). Show and tell time. Keeping safe and trying to follow Ariadne's thread back home having killed the monster. Labyrinth and mind constructed for my own comfort and survival with half-an-eye on the rules of conduct and conflict.
Can Odysseus ever reach home, or has he not gone too far? Perhaps the darkness of home is the home no longer existing. Can I make the bricks and mortar that I live in a home for myself? Or only go through the motions? The nature of love and creativity and the art of the possible and who came out of the labyrinth, Theseus the hero or Theseus the monster?