A man leaves Queenstown in a relocation vehicle with what he has left. It’s full to the brim, but one by one, there will be nothing left.

He comes upon a road, leading toward a great mountain.

In the distance, the clouds shimmer and the sun glows a light on to the path ahead.

He contemplates, where should I head to next?

To the great mountain, I go. To the mountain, shall I go.

But first, let me stop to look at this fence.

Interesting, a fence with barbed wire on it. It looks jagged, sharp and dangerous.

And look, here is a mountain.
Looking beyond the fence, he saw something beautiful.

And it made him smile.