I find that...

Slowly, wearily he wandered through this strange and never ending maze. The walls were not lush green hedges like those of a typical maze. No, these walls were made of stronger, and weaker, substance. The walls writhed in anguish, tormented by unseen forces, some of the undulations pressing forcefully against his sides.

He wondered whether the walls would eventually constrict entirely, and if so, would he be crushed before he could suffocate to death? Step by step he ventured deeper and closer to the heart of this unusual entanglement. Tendrils were stretching forth to greet and envelop him, soon he no longer had to walk as they pulled him gently forwards.

When he saw the dark pit in the center of the maze, he leaned forwards and took a closer look at it, nodding sagely. Closing his eyes, with his hand over his heart he extricated himself from his imagination.

Now he sits somberly alone at the desk in his well lit study, pondering his findings. He considered them from every angle, and then considered them some more. Finally, after hours over analysis and investigation, he released a sigh and relaxed heavily into his armchair. "I am depressed" he uttered aloud, unreservedly amazed.

And indeed he was.