Arriving in this little town, Chartres, seems a good choice. The cathedral is in sight from the station itself, leaving no doubt about the way. Crossing the little square, one comes upon the cathedral – sumptuous, breathtaking, spellbinding. The main portal stands wide open and beckons, and it is impossible not to yield to its magic pull, unthinkable to stay outside the wonder. The splendour of it makes itself felt, the breathtaking scale of the great building, and yes, the unparalleled labyrinth!
Through Chartres Cathedral winds a paved labyrinth (labyrinthe de pavé) from the very beginning of the thirteenth century, the largest ever laid in a cathedral. How strange that the number of its stones is the same as the number of days in man's foetal development…
One purpose of the labyrinth is to urge man to pilgrimage, to walk a path of penance to its end. That is why one of its names is the Mile, for anyone who went round it on his knees took as long as if he had walked a mile. Another of its names is the Road to Jerusalem, which points to the pilgrimage of earthly existence from birth to death, in the course of which one should reach not only the Holy Land but the heavenly Jerusalem.
The labyrinth also has a symbolic meaning. An outward picture of the soul's inner, divine path helps the soul to rise. To step through the gate of the labyrinth is in truth to step onto one's own inner path. Following the path to its end, man walks his own way, for the labyrinth is not a maze. Its purpose is not that he should lose his way, but rather that he should find the way out. For this he must reach the centre. Labyrinth-walking is an invitation to a singular inner journey, on which man follows the long, winding track all the way and so arrives at the centre. And this centre has but one great task, to bring man face to face with the epicentre of his own inner turmoil, of his fears, of his inner darkness, and with the demons that dwell there. Here, in the innermost depth of his existence, he may meet his own shadow side, his weaker self, but this centre is also his own centre. The innermost focus of his self, of his inner world, of his existence and his being, and at the same time the point of breakthrough where contact with the divine essence is made. And when man is at last lost in the darkest depth, that is when he must cry aloud into this centre, or whisper into it with an unspoken word: There is no darkness! There are no demons! The Evil One does not exist!
Another purpose of the labyrinth is that man should pay heed to the sounds, pay heed to the signs; that he should hear the play of the howling wind among the Gothic towers and pillars, and that he should seek, and indeed find, the possibility of purity, reconciliation, perfection.
At the centre of the labyrinth, light is of course still only a hope. But at the sacred moment of the summer solstice a shaft of light, shining in through the tall glass window in the south wall, marks out the centre, the midpoint of the universe, and the light drives away the darkness. Man finds his way back to himself.
For the hope of light to become reality, one must set out anew and follow the winding path once again, but outwards now. He must find the right way out of the labyrinth. And when, holding the golden thread of providence in his hand, he walks this path and finds his way out into the light again, then the thought that until now was only hoped for strengthens into reality: There is no darkness…
Man comes out into the light, into the reborn reality of his own existence. Even at the first step inward this was his aim: to find the way out, to break free. Blessing leads him back into the outer world, stronger now, richer in insights. From the outer world in, into the deep circles of darkness, then back once more to the light… As if at this thought the Sun, until then hidden in a veil of cloud, shone forth and flooded the marvellous rose windows with light. Along the path of golden sunlight, step through the gate of light! The inner path and human life, the search for the way and enlightenment – this is what Chartres speaks of, and this is what the labyrinth speaks of.