The following story illustrates one role for the writer:
A king had a broad maze with many intricate windings built around his palace. Whoever wanted to look upon him had to go through this maze where every step might lead into unending confusion. Those who dared enter because of their great love for the king were of two kinds. The one thought only of fighting their way forward bit by bit, the others left signs at the most puzzling twists and turns to encourage later comers to proceed on their way, without however making the way any easier.
The king stands for your ego consciousness or your center. The maze is your journey through life. The first group are those who struggle without looking back or talking about what they encountered.
Writers are the second sort of people. The "signs" they leave behind are their writings. Their writings help the later comers (readers) proceed though the maze of life. The writings help later comers to find their ego consciousness, their center, their soul.
Story "The Maze" from Martin Buber, The Tales of the Hasidim, New York: Schocken Books, 1991.
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