The journeying life is like a map and a magnifying glass, on the map everything is marked and displayed, there is so much to explore.

When you travel towards the edge of the map, you will think that you’ve reached the edge of everything there is in existence, and you are satisfied with it. But when you are curious and go for a closer look you may find out that the borders of the small map is only a fraction of a larger map with larger borders. Everywhere there are dead ends, but they are gateways leading to a bigger world. Size is without boundaries, time is endless, area extends forever. When one zooms out with the magnifying glass they find that it is vast beyond limit, when one narrows in they find that it is detailed beyond any painting, everything continues on beyond. People walk inside the map without noticing, but it works like a labyrinth influencing things constantly, full of passages, of circumstances, like textiles where strings are woven together, changing like water.