The Axis of the World and the middle point of the world. But who turns and looks back from the middle? From the middle, unfolding itself into the diversified shapes of time and space.

The wonderful world and the harmony of the childhood, the firs awakening of consciousness, and the magical-mimetic drive of innocence (Prehistoric Labyrinth).

The powerful call of unknown destinies, the frightening depths and mythic heights of the soul (Shaman-passage).

The infinite vistas and distances, longings to be away and back again. Wanderings in search of an old-new home (The Path of the Magic Deer and the Hun Elevation).

The arrival: appeasement and getting cleared up and settled (Arpadian vaults with the baptismal fount).

But having conquered the depths, the soul often encloses itself, not understanding those secret forces, which beyond the middle of life make it wander again (Tartar corridor).

Arrival, the renaissance of the depths of human existance - overflowing with joy; the active balance of the various forces of being - wisdom, serenity. It may seem to be that the course of life has reached its zenith, that it is completed, fulfilled, and crowned (Mathias's Wine Fountains and ivy). Or perhaps not, and the soul losing its crown - moves on, away? (The Crowned Head and the Ottoman Alley)

It is not even a path, but rather narrow alley-way, getting ever dimmer and gloomier, down, to the nadir (The Labyrinth of Another World, situated on the deepest part of the cave system).

But who turns and looks back from the middle? And the soul swings out from the standstill.
In the music of the Ivy Grotto all the rhythms and tunes of the wanderings through the labyrinth can be heard. All the tunes. In one tune. In harmony.