Hello my friends. Just some thoughts here - life and the world are so infinitely textured, unraveling unraveling but also nourishing, it's a rug of a thousand million specs, and a billion pancakes, it's rich in this absolute diversity, like the gentle criss-crashes of the lapping sea.
And yet there is a thread which crisscrosses all the other crisscrossings.*
*This post was NOT influenced by Obi Wan Kenobi's visit to Kaminu
