That all things are related does not imply absolute relativity between: the inability to separate the one fact from such proximate folly may constitute the predominate misunderstanding of our age.
For now, the only word that makes sense to me is "tether": all things are tethered and wound, inseparable and unique. The cords that tether are twisted and clear (silver?), not so much a spiderweb as an infinite cluster of monofilament stars. Also one star. Pearls unraveling among pearls and there is no space.
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That's my whole post for the night. When I figure out a story that makes enough sense to get the idea across, I promise it will make an appearance here. The Dream was an initial shot -- which apparently has made no sense to anyone but me. And has the irritating quality of beginning each paragraph with the same phrase.
All these sentences might be better as a poem.
i think you should say "a spiderweb as an infinite cluster formed of monofilament stars."
ReplyDeleteTethered and wound? Like a ball of twine? Would then the tethering come first or the winding? I suppose each of us is tethered by our birth creating a bond through the inability to sustain on our own, however as life weaves its erratic course the tether becomes more a binding. A mere reminder of the commonality that is our mutual exsistence. Relativism?
ReplyDeleteRelativism first, I think: it's mostly a play on words, and a partial explanation of the opening sentence. Which, as far as I can tell, reads a few different ways . . .
ReplyDeleteAs much as possible, this notion of "tethered and wound" avoids (in my head, at least) any notion of causality and includes events and abstractions and objects alike in the same subsuming whole (itself also subsumed and so on). So all is equally and infinitely tethered to all; the idea disregards cause and effect and temporal perspective.
Birth, life, and death then (for our major human bookends) are themselves wound and tethered to each other, and each person's intrinsically wound and tethered to every other person's. I don't know if I want to describe the idea as being predicated (or secondary to) existence. If one must be considered before the other (as if there is separation -- but now we come back to perspective), existence itself (in whatever form) must be contingent upon the tethering. So neither tethering nor winding "comes first"; they must happen ("happen") simultaneously.
Pearls unraveling among pearls and all is one and there is no space. Denser and denser, ever expanding.
Makes sense to me. *wry face*