Each of us brings our own spool of thread to this tapestry called life. Weaving into it our own story, our own tales of emotion and symmetry. But there are forces that wish to break the string, to weave their own meaning into our story. But life was meant to be shared, not torn into pieces and scattered to the four winds. There must be balance and diversity to the story that makes up life.
At one time we were mire dust blown across the eons. Gathered together to form what we are, threads of a greater story. A collection of emotions that when put together tell the next generation who they are. Helping them to understand they are stronger together then when they are apart. Because loneliness creates pain and suffering.
Still we fight amongst ourselves for selfish reasons and for the pure intent of causing pain. And for what, silver and gold? Power? For things which we deem valuable, that in truth are shared by all. Art, music, intellect those are the things that should be of highest value. For they are created from nothing but the soul from which they came.
Life is a tapestry woven together from the threads that make up our lives. Some thread is spun of silver and gold. Some from the rags of a broken heart. But it is love and compassion that keeps the fabric tight. Holding us together to continue to weave. For this generation and the next, the story must travel on.