Behind the screens that we believe that we see is a gigantic magma of creation source. In here lies every aspect of all that there is, every thought and every believe. There is no wonder that our planet is a vibrating place, plentiful of murmur. Call it the vortex, call it the source, call is whatever you may want to call it. All I know is that it through me flows in an ever-increasing abundance of texture, leading me and guiding me to wherever I want to go.
At some places on the planet, in Lapland alike, it seemed the soil was a magnetic mass that kept on moving around. Here is the peace inspired from my summer hikes.
