I once thought that encounters with others left imprints, big or small, connecting lives as a needle pierces two fabrics, thread in tow, forming the counterparts of a quilt. I could see these threads form and unravel, like the swell of the sea, ebbing and flowing onward and out. I could see these threads plainy, not by their form but by what they formed. I could see these threads, and they could see me.

Our fabrics are not us, they are ours. They belong to the common thread.

When one becomes aware of this, it's possible to see life in a new light. Meeting strangers feels like seeing old friends. With a trained eye, nothing is unfamiliar, nothing is new. Commonalities shared by loved ones, enemies, strangers, it's all there for one to notice.

The self is simply the limitation imposed by your perception, but what lies beyond the fringes of sight are continuations.

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Last updated January 17, 2023.