<p>I have to agree with jarnizzl. It seems to me no one wanted to do the Borges y yo topic. I found it very interesting though. I kind of, sort of, quite possibly wrote a little more than a page but I hope no one minds.</p>
<p>TOPIC: In Jorge Luis Borges's Labyrinths, he writes a parable entitled "Borges y yo," which translates as "Borges and I." In it, Borges writes about "the other one," his counterpart, who shares his preference for "hourglasses, maps, eighteenth century typography, the taste of coffee, and the prose of Stevenson," but is not the same as he. "The other one" is the famous author; "the other one" is the one "things happen to." He concludes this parable with the line "I do not know which of us has written this page." Write a page. Who has written it?</p>
<p>It was dark. My arms stretched before me, trying to feel their way through the passage. Where am I!?</p>
<p>A deep resonating voice filled the void, or maybe my mind, There are only two definites in this world
well three if you are religious
</p>
<p>Was I dreaming? Maybe there was someone else in the passageway with me. Or maybe
maybe Im finally going crazy.</p>
<p>One, we are born. And two, we die
The in-between, well that is up to you
</p>
<p>My head was spinning. Or maybe it was the ground. Or maybe
Einsteins principal of relativity seemed so irrelevant now. What if Descartes was wrong? I was still rationalizing. But what if I no longer was? What if I was dead, and this was my path to
? I closed my eyes. I longed for home, my bed, my blanket, and maybe a cup of hot chocolate.</p>
<p>You can open your eyes now. And right, I should let you know, youre not dead.</p>
<p>I wasnt in a passageway anymore. The darkness was still there, but this time, there was a dim light. A hooded man stood in front of me, a hall of doors lay behind him. He was about 510, with a thinner frame, but standing tall and proud. I could not see his face, only the glow of his eyes.</p>
<p>Where am I?</p>
<p>One question at a time dear friend. You asked, did you not, and I quote Who am I? Well today is your lucky day.</p>
<p>He held his hand out to me. Lord help me, I took it. I could not tell you why I took it but what else was I to do. Maybe I was Luke, and he was my Obi-Wan, come to show me the force, the light, the truth.</p>
<p>Your answer lies before you. Youre very persona is contained within these doors. He winked. Take a peek
if you dare.</p>
<p>It seemed too good to be true. But what was there to lose. </p>
<p>Its as simple as that?</p>
<p>He was smiling. As simple as that.</p>
<p>I walked to the first door, eyeing it suspiciously. There was a symbol with a subscript. The gold of it felt cold against the wooden door. Its Hebrew.</p>
<p>Aleph null to be precise. You are familiar with sets of infinity, Im sure.</p>
<p>The mans words had no impact. The doorknob felt so perfect. Click. Push. Creak.</p>
<p>I could not see the walls of the room but the object in front of me was obvious enough.</p>
<p>A mirror? It made no sense. My persona, a mirror? </p>
<p>He simply smiled and pointed to the next door. Maybe Aleph one.</p>
<p>I ran. Maybe the first one was just a joke, a teaser. I opened each one. They were all the same. Simply a mirror, and nothing else. My frustration was beginning to show.</p>
<p>Aleph fifty-one. You know, if you arent in such a rush, maybe you can stop to take a look at a few of these mirrors. Whats the worst that could happen? You might just see that handsome face again.</p>
<p>I could sense the sarcasm and glared at him. But maybe... I opened the next door, my face still crestfallen at the sight of another mirror. Yet I took the risk. I walked up to it, and gazed into it. It was me, but it wasnt. I was looking at a puny little boy in a singlet cross the finish line. My first cross country race. Horrible by any standard of judging, and even more painful. But at that moment I didnt care. I had finished the race.</p>
<p>I went to the next room. It was me, performing on stage for the first time as a guitarist. I was playing Brain Stew by Green Day. I was sweating and my lips were parched but with screams from the crowd made me forget all that. That song never sounded so good.</p>
<p>I went back a few doors to see what I had missed. My first Lego set. Holding my first teddy bear as we drove from New Mexico to New Jersey. Seeing my father after his heart attack. I was only five.</p>
<p>The hooded man stood outside the door. That one still hurts.</p>
<p>I nodded and followed him down the hallway. It didnt seem to end. That was before he took my hand and somehow we stood in front of a door which itself had no end. There was no doorknob, or it maybe it was simply beyond the vision of my meager, mortal eyes. Carved plainly into the wood was one symbol. Ώ.</p>
<p>The beginning. The end. Beyond this door lies the answer to every question you could have ever asked. Who you are lies a door away. He handed me the key. You must simply unlock it.</p>
<p>I stared at the key in hand and thought about all I saw in those mirrors. I handed him back the key. He was right. There were only two definite things in life. Everything else
</p>
<p>Thank you, but no thank you. I would rather learn who I am on my own, through my own adventures, successes and mistakes. The mysteries of life, and the understanding that comes along with it, will have to wait until I am ready to unlock them on my own.</p>
<p>He smiled and began to walk away.</p>
<p>But wait
who are you?</p>
<p>He started laughing as he opened a door. You havent figured it out yet? Well thats quite all right. You have your whole life to figure out who I am.</p>
<p>And just like that, he slipped away. By the time I caught up, the room was empty, and all that remained was a mirror.</p>