Words.

I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

-Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being.

Question
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Stop.

He knows that he must not go on. He knows that he must go on. He knows. He knows too much. He knows too much to do anything. Caught. Stopped. Halted. Prevented. Stagnant movement. What does he do from thereon? He thinks. He forces himself to think, to imagine, to project. Future steps. Removal of obstacles. He knows something more than that. He knows what he can and cannot do. He decides. He chooses. He motions to himself. He closes his eyes and hears a voice coming to him in that darkness. Imagining things. Not just anything. Not nothing. Things. With possibilites and probabilities attached. He envisions and sees though the speaking voice.

You move forward. Fluid. Moving. Undecided. Opportune. You look backwards. Solid. Stagnant. Decided. You will accomplish your -.