The Weave of Life
Woof and Warp
The weave of life Its trillion trillion threads I am weave I am thread
When you turn around and look down the path you’ve just arrived at your here and now by, which is more like viewing a spider’s web from the edge, when you look at all these threads, these wefts and warps and their spreading weave of causes and effects, the head spins.
Across the weave, each warp crosses a thousand wefts, and there are a thousand warps and a thousand wefts in this cloth.
Nay, thousands of thousands and perhaps even a thousand times that. Wefts and warps: a spreading landscape, a vast country, a world, a universe of crossings.
And each crossing is a fork in my road, a choice, a left or a right, and even though I no longer remember how my choice at each crossing was reasoned or otherwise arrived at, a choice was made for I am past that long-ago fork now, past it for many years now, and past all the others, too.
But if at any of these thousands upon thousands of forks the choice made had been different, I would not be here now, looking back and pondering these forks.
I would be somewhere else, sometime else, perhaps even someone else, perhaps not pondering at all.
That is the head-spinning truth of it.
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