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Show Threads of Life It's odd. A man thinks his own will guides his own life. But the world is full of human lives; a man is bound to blunder Into some ol them, weave his own with them in-dissolubly, in-dissolubly, or touch and drift away and touch again, or narrowly miss touching and maybe never know. The pattern is on the loom. And sometimes, looking back, you see a part of it. A thread weaves in and out and disappears; it is not broken but still weaving somewhere. Is it incidence when it appears again? Unknown or unconscious forces. |