the current obsession with maps has redefined and expanded their meaning. certainly, maps will always exist to guide one, document geography and make great art.
mapping thoughts, events, emotions [anything, really] can be soooo interesting. looking at information in various configurations can clarify and inform better than a list or report. for instance, check out this map of heaven. until now, i had only a vague idea where i’d land upon cessation of my corporal existence.
just a few tiny changes i’d make: i don’t see saint peter, so i’d place cary grant at the gate; i’d like to encrust the gate with pearly, shiny and iridescent bits; i’d make the america part much smaller; add the rest of the planet excluding [ohio, kansas, arkansas, iraq, iran, the bible belt and it’s buckle: atlanta, more tk]; add a really big section for large, hedonistic parties; add a shop to supply the hedonistic parties; dot the map with great shoe shops and other high quality retail establishments; add a giant studio that auto cleans brushes and puts caps on items that dessicate; add a clink for boring people; i’d prohibit vanity plastic surgery and bleached blonde hair; add a chemist with free pharmaceuticals; add a private warehouse where all my stuff is completely organized, categorized and easily accessible; add a super target mothershop that prohibits screaming children, babies and people talking on mobiles; add an amazing office supply shop with an exquisite selection of fountain pens; add the art supply shop to end all art shops; add a flying carpet shop; add an exquisite spa; a six star hotel and my favourite restaurants; i’d change the name of the “hall of heroes” to “super cool peeps”; i’d install a reading machine that automatically reads and uploads books of interest to my brain; add a super-duper-uber plush VIP room for me and my peeps. those are my only concerns about this map. and upon quelling my thirst for knowledge regarding the afterlife? now i’m relieved.