MAPS: DAY TWO HUNDRED SEVEN WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

Ever feel the frustration of fear of folding one back to its original existence? Be able to easily place one deep in your convienant nearby pocket? Or spread one out wide and proud on the hood of your busy shoulder highway hood and let the vastness guide and inspire you towards the nearest blueness of a far away body of  water or through a treacherous snow covered mountain pass? Through my own adventures the over utilization and constant assurance of seeking the right direction has caused holes in my MAPS, but a sense of holy wholeness in my determined heart. Written on the pot with a hole in the middle water down below. So long fellow.