“I am not sure I ever believed in the city of the Immortals; I think the task of finding it was enough for me… We continued with our march, for to have regressed would have been to dishonor ourselves. Some, those wheo were most temerarious, slept with their faces exposed to the moon; soon they burned with fever. With the depraved water of the watering holes others drank up insanity and death. Then began the desertions; a short time afterward, the mutinies… I dreamed, unbearably, of a small and orderly labyrinth at whose center lay a well; my hands could almost touch it, my eyes see it, but so bewildering and entangled were the turns that I knew I would die before I reached it.”
The horns of the dilemma… Just because a revolt is doomed to failure, is it less appealing a goal? And… Are we attracted to a revolution because it is doomed to failure and so absolves us of ultimate responsibility? and… isn’t everything a revolution (everything is changing) and you are either participating in one revolution or another?
I guess the key question – we’re absorbed by the science of chane (art and perception) – are we engaged with the right revolution? The revolution which we are dying?