In the image of a child, the artist presents a collective image of a man growing up, getting out of a cocoon of safety into a real merciless world. There is childish wisdom in the baby's face, an understanding of the structure of the universe. He untangles the veil with one hand, and holds it with the other, as if he doubts whether it is worth leaving the comfort zone.
But growing up is a necessary condition of life. We cannot choose the time in which we live, but it is in our power to choose how we will live. Who will this caterpillar become? Is it a beautiful butterfly flying towards goodness and light, or a sad moth locked in a dusty closet of its own dogmas? It's up to its to decide.
The author leaves the viewer with hope: the world behind the veil is written in white. It is pure, like the perception of a new person who saw it. There are grey spots on the edges only, but the space surrounding the child remained clean, as if with the innocence of his soul he had dispersed the grey mist of ignorance. And it is possible for him to leave the world like this, not to soil it with stupidity and meanness, from which all vices and crimes flow. Everyone can maintain the light and warmth around with the light and warmth of own soul.
The tram, which is symbolically applied in the left corner above the child's head, personifies the long road of life that the hero of the picture has to go through.