We are all weaving webs, each and every one of us. They spin out, invisible, and touch everything that matters to us. Whether they linger or not, it does not matter. As we move through our individual lives, we constantly spin our webs without even stopping to pay too much attention to them. It is only after our web is woven that we get to step back and look at them. A knot here, a tear there…so what does it matter?
Well, the genius and beauty of it lies in the fact that we wove these webs without giving much thought to their design. How could we give much thought to something we are not aware of? These webs consist of our passions, the people we care about, our experiences, our fears, our hopes, and so many other things, maybe both tangible and intangible. A completed web tells a story: one that will continue to have no real end, and no determined beginning.
We are creatures that live on story-telling. There exists inside each and every one of us a need to have our story heard, and perhaps even to listen to other stories. Dying men leave characters upon their prison walls, cave people drew figures, stranded survivors write messages in bottles; all of us hope to be heard.
Being heard and understood is what reminds us that we’re not alone. There are many different tongues and dialects, but the desire to be understood is universal. Body language is usually helpful where differences in language might occur.
Nobody is ever really going to know your whole story, not even you. But maybe story-telling is so wonderful not because it carries one moral, but because pieces of the story being told invite one to challenge or reaffirm their own ideas and beliefs. There can be no real moral in a story that does not end, for how could a story end if all the loose threads are not tied up? There will always be a loose thread or two, but perhaps these threads can be used to create another web. One that will result in more loose threads.
The story is endless, much like the web itself.
Listening Suggestion: Goldfish Bowl by Van Morrison
Why? Not for the faint of heart, but definitely for those desiring answers to some questions. Or maybe even some questions to answer. I’m digging the organ bits; they blow my mind. Real slow, and real easy… but intellectually stimulating. A mon avis, at least.
Reading Suggestion: The Rose Labyrinth by Titania Hardie
Why? Even without the references to mythology, religion, labyrinths, architecture, and hardcore symbolism, this book will keep my mind turning. It’s perfect for a reading suggestion due to the title of this post. The past, present, and future are combined in a holy trinity of sorts. In trying to solve the riddles, you come to realize things about your own web. A good read, to say the least.