I imagine life as countless trails through a bushland so thick that you have to keep to the paths. Knowing where I want to be in life is my compass, telling me where I should be heading. The paths are just as confusing as the bush because there's so many to follow. But if you stray into the bushes for a shortcut and you'll be forever lost until someone finds you and guides you back to the paths. I was guided back by something. Only hate, pain, anger, and the events that stem from these feelings, is what I found whilst lost in the thick bushes.

Everyone is on a path in this place, and when groups find each other, the people inside that group will find friends and enemies with the others. Everyone has their own compass, which is either a dream of where they want to end up, or something more practical. Everyone walks the paths because they have to. Some of them venture, unknowingly lost, through the bushland. This is because they either don't have a compass, or they've lost their compass to guide them around the countless paths.

But the reason why everyone walks, is to see how far they get along the Paths of Life before death comes and takes them away

"Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly, shall God unroll the canvas, and reveal the reason why"