The connecting threads

We wonder at the connecting threads, those tenuous lines that bind us, one human to another. We fret over their design, their weave. We check for breaks, for a tear in the fabric.

They is our most powerful connection, yet our most fragile. For what are two humans but two infinite minds and souls reflected one to other, a mirrored room that seems to stretch out forever, like a thread unspooling to infinity?

Sometimes I lie awake at night and wonder, will all these threads suddenly fly apart, releasing us into the void? How can we know that we are safe and secured.

How can we know that we will not simply rise up, in a single decisive moment breaking the thread that holds us here, and waft above the tree line, till we are gone?

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