Life is like a fine work of lace. The way it has its ups and downs, and those ins and outs... Those moments when the lacework gets just so complicated that you start to think about how you're never gonna find your way out, but then all of a sudden there are nothing but straight lines and you wonder -what was so complicated about that time? Until it gets complicated again and you feel lost and suffocated under all those threads, and towards the end, you start to realize a pattern. The complicated repetitiveness of the lace. And who knows, maybe when you can finally see it all from up above, you'll realize how beautiful it was all along.