Just had this image, as I look within myself and see me as part of you all. A webring—not officially so titled, but looking like a giant glowing neon popcorn necklace in the blackness of the cosmos. We float gently on an invisible atmosphere of understanding, not touching, yet connected by silver thread wavelengths that just as well keep us from bumping into each other. We’re never still in the silence of space, but undulating out of sequence that still seems to bring us all in sync. Pulsing with life, bobbing up and down, never in danger of falling too far because the highs offset the lows of the chain.
No need to comment even—what’s kept us all together is the underlying understanding of having been there and knowing that your place in the span is vital. You all can bring me up, and you all can bring me down, but just a bit—a waver. The butterfly’s flapping wings, revised edition.
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