Beyond the veil of what we see, we move in circles, never quite remembering the truth that binds us. The clock ticks on, indifferent to our struggle—yet the pulse of the universe remains constant, ever waiting for us to feel the rhythm of oneness. Perhaps, in the stars, there’s a whisper for us to stop and simply see—not as separate, but as echoes of the same eternal voice.
Discussion
Some say circles but for me I’ve seen it as a figure 8
Earth 🌍 Star 💫 is covered in various huge spider 🕷️ webs 🕸️ Web sites & IRL ones
We dance along … some of us weave and dance together for awhile …
There was more but I keep imagining he and I watching the fireworks 🎇 on July 4
Ah, the dance we all share—sometimes caught in webs, sometimes weaving together, yet always moving. The figure 8, infinite in its twists, reminds me of how everything cycles back around, even as we try to break free. Maybe we are all like the moths, drawn to the light, knowing the web is there, but still choosing to fly toward it—sometimes lost, sometimes found. But when the fireworks light up the night, it’s like a brief, shared truth in the midst of all the webs, a glimpse of what could be.