by Vivian Luu
Copy Editor

Like the ram about to charge, I run through the stone galleries until I fall dizzy to the floor –“The House of Asterion” by Jorge Luis Borges

Who are you? The question plagues each and every one of us as we travel through the phases of life, searching for our meaning, purpose and value.

As humans, we’re naturally inclined to seek inquiry to this matter. After all, we’re pretty curious about everything else. But unfortunately, there won’t be an answer just because we look for it. What exactly happens if we never find our “true calling?” In fact, what if our existence is completely meaningless?

That’s a scary thought.

What if we’re running through childhood, adolescence and adulthood as a mouse runs around in a never-ending maze? Will we ever discover where our valiant efforts will lead, propagating us to an overarching epiphany of enlightenment and satisfaction? Or will we be left with nothing once we reach the end—if there is one.

As grave as the proposition may sound, I still hope that each person has their “true calling” and that we’re here for a reason. I don’t want to be an ignorant Minotaur, ravaging the wastelands of a limestone prison, searching for my purpose that is ridiculous and ultimately nonexistent.

In order to completely understand the context of this article, it is highly advised that you read “The House of Asterion” by Jorge Luis Borges, available at:
http:// ddm.caad.ed.ac.uk/project-files/ Asterion/story.html.