Everything is connected to
everything else: woman to man to animal to plant, to all living things, to the
natural world, to the earth, to the universe, to history, to tomorrow, to
ideas, to writings, to art, to music – to love.
The puzzle has no edges, it
has no boundaries, and it can’t be completed because not everything can be
understood or even analyzed. The most I hope for is to find new meaning, new
truths and when I’m especially lucky -
new connections. There are voids in the center of my puzzle that need others
people to bring them to completion.
The interconnections are not
simple. They twist and turn in all directions. Sometimes they twist and turn in
all directions. Sometimes they may run parallel with other connections,
sometime s they diverge, or cross, or disappear altogether perhaps reappearing
elsewhere. Some of them are clear and distinct, others hazy or blocked from
view by anger or sadness or fear or some other emotion.
Some connections are soft,
warm and comfortable. At other times they are hard, harsh, sharp and painful.
They can be beautiful but some are not. Look too close at some things and
clarity is lost, but stand too far back from life and the details are lost.
Things are connected in ways I may never understand, even if I see it all, but
I certainly won’t see the connections if I don’t pay attention.
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