The mapmaker sat by the fire on Sunday night, staring at a blank piece of parchment. He had spent the last week mapping the forest to the west, but that map was finished and filed away. Now, he had to decide which way to turn the compass tomorrow. Sunday was the "Great Unknown." It was the border between the explored territory of the past and the wilderness of the future. He didn't draw any lines yet. He just sat in the warmth of the fire, enjoying the fact that for a few hours, he was a man without a direction. The map would begin at dawn; for now, the blankness was a gift.