We are the stuff of existence being woven together like fabric. An infinite number of fibers tangled and fused. Each thread will connect with another at some point. Every opposing idea, thought, mystery, and story will come together. We are infinitely interwoven. We all matter.
I think about this a lot. I think about how my small life plays on the strings. Who will it touch? What will it say? A common thread of thought on an ordinary day.
Stitchteller's Keep 