It is all one big web, this existence in which you find yourself. You are not trapped in the web like an insect-a
victim of the one who weaves it, unless you do not understand the nature of ego
versus spirit. When you can see yourself
as a co-creator of the web, then you move about the strands without becoming
stuck. You are a spinner of this web,
and when you realize this, your life and the strand upon which you find
yourself come into alignment with the other strands. Instead of a tangled mess, you now see the
perfection and incredibly intricate interconnectedness of All That Is. Go spin your gossamer strands, so ephemeral
are they-not prisoner's chains, but wispy, silvery, glittering conduits of the
life force that carry you from one adventure to the next. Blessings be upon you, fellow spinner of
miracles.