The mind is like a richly woven tapestry in which…
August 29th, 2008 by timelady
…the colors are distilled from the experiences of the senses, and the design drawn from the convolutions of the intellect.
We start out early, learning, in the beginning. ‘In the beginning’ starts a tale, or ‘once upon a time’. Every story has a beginning, as such. Really, it just has a place to start.
Not every story has a ending. Actually, stories never really end. The tale just stops being told.
And sometimes, it is not as easy as you would think, to find the beginning. Stories are shared, after all. But where each person starts being in the story, well, that may be their beginning, but it isn’t the same for all the people who will be in the story.
The beginning, then, belongs to the person whose tale is told. That is why stories never really end. People just stop being part of it. I cannot tell you a whole story. We don’t have that long. Like unraveling the threads of a tapestry we are, trying to follow one length amongst the whole woven story.
Let me wander for a second to explain this more clearly.
Talking of life as tapestries, the Greeks knew this better. They would talk of Fate as the decider of lives, as three women. Clothos, Lachesis, Atropos, the young maiden, the middle of life mother woman, the old crone. One to measure the thread of each life, one to weave it in, one to cut it at its allotted span.
Each life had its beginning and ending. But the tapestry went on. On and on, it told a story. the story never ends. Threads are woven in, with their alloted span, their length. What we try to do is temporarily unravel this weaving this work of fate, and follow the path of one small thread.
What impact, then, is one small thread to the great tapestry? It could be so much, so little. The length of the thread has nothing to do with it. Don’t think that a small thread is insignificant, though. Ever pulled the loose thread on your sleeve, that small, annoying tickling piece you feeling dusting your skin. You pull it away, and watch your sleeve unravel. One small thread. So much impact.
We won’t ever know unless we follow the thread.
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