There is a labyrinth in my hand, there is a sphere on it, I tilt the labyrinth to move a sphere. If the sphere could talk, it would tell me to tilt it in the direction it wanted to go.

The people are like the talking sphere, the people don’t questioning their inability to move at will.

I don't own a labyrinth, and I love the minority who aim to escape from a labyrinth. Even if the outside of a labyrinth is barren. I think that's the beauty of a human being.