Theseus puts an end to man's powerlessness in the labyrinth by using a trick, a reason for the myth to become a metaphor of the classical principle of order and cognition; of a rationality that demonstrates its superiority, even in chaos. All that remains of the mythical image is the fluctuation between promising corridors and unexpected dead-ends, while faith has now been lost in the meaning of the entrance and exit – the distinction which enabled Theseus to gain power over reality using a single thread. Martin Walde keeps winding up the thread, knotting it into ever new constellations. There is no significance in either its beginning or its end, but in its knots and the stretches between them; in continually unfolding projections of realitv somewhere between the banality of standardising definitions and the longing for a sparkling existence amidst the "wealth of differentiation and heterogeneity... It is difficult to communicate this world when our opposite... is not in a position to relish it." (1)