Play as Being 46

• The web is sticky. Whatever we call it - Indra's net, Wyrd, or anything else - it is easy to be beguiled by its beauty, to wonder at its synchronicity, to be fascinated by the depth of its interconnectedness, to admire its tentacles, and to be utterly and completely lost in it. It is already there, we are already stuck fast, dew drops on the web, reflecting the others, evaporating in the morning warmth, coalescing in the evening cool. Such tragic beauty, such a song of suffering, this sticky web has claimed us all. I am so grateful to know there is a way out.
• Seeing the web in action - once again - is mesmerizing! This time my posting a comment to a recent Dharma the Cat brought a new contact and another exercise in upaya.