“Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.” ― Chief Seattle
I've wanted to live like a hermit recluse,
stranded on my own little island,
listening to the sound of waves ebbing,
my own little mind games keeping me entertained.
I wonder how long...
how long I'd really be content living this way,
sleeping in my little dark cave,
keeping myself company--I think I'd be pretty damn entertaining---i'm funny even if off color family does not agree----that is until the philosophical games causes a bit of loneliness to settle over the isolation.
It is not my thread to weave,
a loop in a long continuum
that flows back to the beginning
somewhere back in time
at a place a part of us has all been to before
that thing through and around it, around all the little pieces,
all the while
connecting energy flows
fusing us together in a thread that weaves a web throughout time,
Threads connected together,
intermingled and touching
for that is how
life ought to be lived,
jumping even at times
in places of importance.
what happens to you
happens to me
island life might sound nice,
that is not how it works..
all us tiny specks
us tiny little "whos"
living on earth in :whoville:
pull out a thread
my world becomes loose
grab too much of it
strands break from the inequality....
that is what we are
even on days
we had rather be living on our isolated island.
I'll take care of my little piece of the web...
I hope you do too...