The Sneeze: An Investigation
When Theseus sneezes, a stream of air comes out,
Like a new river, it flows forth suddenly.
With his nostrils, a storm forms,
And exhaling air, a river of steam comes out,
And his eyes are wide open, his lips compress,
His chest contracts, his back flexes,
And a river of steam spreads out,
And people are amazed by this movement.
The women around him turn pale, as if they were watching something that was about to disappear.
The square is in disarray, and people part ways,
And everything seems like a storm.
But when I arrived, detective, on the scene,
I noticed that Theseus’s sneeze had caused quite a commotion.
A stream of air, a storm in his nostrils, and a river of steam that spread out like the sea.
Ah, but amidst all the false anger towards the sneeze,
What about love? Does it remain and flee like the wind?
I searched for clues and found that love is a mysterious entity that cannot be bound by reason or logic.
Love flows like a river, free and wild and true.
It’s a force that surges forth, exceeding the compression of words or written laws.
I searched further and found that love is a faithful detective, always keeping pace with life’s passing.
It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t slow down, it doesn’t pause.
It beats on, staunch and true, even in the midst of false anger towards the sneeze.
As I pondered this further, I realized that Theseus’s love for Ariadne is not just a passing fancy but a deep and intense affinity that cannot be shaken by the turbulent waves of life.
Ah! Love is a force to be reckoned with!
But wait... what’s this? Another clue!
Theseus still loves Ariadne with true love and reaffirmed his affection in her eyes!
The game’s over! Ah ha! The mystery of love is solved!
I tip my fedora and take my leave,
For I have exposed Theseus’s heart,
And found that love remains,
A beacon of faithfulness and truth,
In the tumultuous start of life.
For even in every moment of discontentment, your heart beats for her alone,
In every whirlwind of frustration, it finds its anchor in her gaze.
Love is not bound by reason or logic,
Love flows like a river, free and wild and true,
It cannot be compressed by words or written laws,
It’s a force that surges forth, wild and true.
I conclude my investigation,
For I have solved the mystery of Theseus’s heart.
Love may seem fleeting at first glance,
But it remains steadfast and true,
A constant companion in this turbulent life, just like a sneeze.
