As already written on this blog from a Wunderkammer you can leave if you find inside a bestiary, and that there is no doubt the connection between wunderkammer bestiary and, if we translate the word "Wunderkammer" in "Labyrinth."
The maze is by definition the palace of Minos of Crete, where, imprisoned in its center, was lurking in the Minotaur (Beast bestiary and at the same time).
And what is the Cretan labyrinth if not the rationalization of the cave, the place par excellence of the wonders. In the bottom of the cave paintings of animals waiting to surprise and frighten visitors. Cave, maze, looking for a center, journey of initiation and more physical than anything else at the time of the Holy Land labyrinthine streets of the world, a thousand and a thousand wonders lurking monsters, sometimes, for the lazy and too busy bourgeois who warmed the feet of the sacred fire of the money-god, was the labyrinth, incised on the floor of the boards, the substitute travel like barley coffee.
The maze was the chaos that he dreamed the order (the order of Wunderkammern), was the center's research, the secret heart of things. But there are no updated maps and there are no names. The streets have no names. There are no procedures to tap the center of the labyrinth: "The street has no name, the street has a name that is not the true way" (Tao Te Ching ). The street near the center of the labyrinth (The center of the Earth) is not the same Osmannoro to go, or maybe yes.
In a factory (Workshop G) n years distant from our present gloomy light, inhabited by factory workers, office staff and a creative ingenuity with psychosomatic hiccups (in a classic episode of Star Trek: People Have The Power ) works seemingly uninhabited by alien life forms, suddenly a monster, a creature of darkness, out of a space- n size and sowing terror (and love) between workers, employers and the anxious IC; terror and love that the Tower and the Department of the Workshop G M came out, the sound already nostalgic for a siren at noon, next to the buildings on the edge of a sunny suburban neighborhood. Urge the emergency and rescue the Enterprise, as Captain James T. Kirk, Mr. Spock and Dr. McCoy. Their task is to defeat the monster that move freely in multiple dimensions in space-time processing workers and employees to be prisoners of amorphous fluid silhouette.
Be ', and the other between sobs IC informs our heroes of a fact: there is a monster who wanders into the factory and should soon be Americanized, but as written by Caesar Pavese about Tom Sawyer, "the real is not a given, inexhaustible but a discovery, "so Mr. Spock, after three years passed around in deep space, to meet with killers, shapeshifting creatures, artists and deception of the guffaw, the Olympian gods and the desert, crazy drummers, vagabonds and Indian in the summer, he, Mr. Spock, although no longer the boy of black humor and just graduated with mumps pointed here it is a marvel of mechanical piece flat on the desk of IC. And he asks what it is.
Mr. Spock, who has many flaws (every day Dr. McCoy finds him a new one) but the nano is not brisk in the fable of the beautiful country, says that the machine part is undoubtedly a remarkable technical curiosity. "
Reflection aloud Vulcan raises to a bout of hiccups IC ; him craving for paper currency bills that migrate away from the portfolio every second that clicks on the counter of the Enterprise, can not withstand an alien with pointed ears who plays with a simple mechanical piece in hand, cares' na happy fuck the "extraordinary technical curiosity", he uses that piece as a paperweight!
IC sobbing extracts from a book unto the outcome of the referendum required by the Chief Executive by the monster multidimensional (transfer of the factory home of the monster or dismissal): 90% of the workers and 60% of employees had refused the transfer and had been dismissed (historical fact, Wikipedia can control what you wish).
Do not worry. At the end of the adventure, after Mr. Spock on Vulcan was abandoned, that Dr. McCoy has Americanized the monster with cold packs of pepsi cola, that Captain James T. Kirk was moved by the sad story of the CEO (he was a shy child and a teenager nearly always 'drunk), many small eloi - supervised and guided by love (and fear) of the MORLOCK' Time Office and Methods - day and night assembling unnecessary cars to the delight of three-dimensional IC and CEO.
Undoubtedly, the factory was a Wunderkammer, and the monster was his bestiary of darkness (but in the course of history has been lost along the way something).
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