Spiders

Spiders… always, spiders.

There have always been spiders. I’m not talking about the arachnids crawling around the surface of this tiny rock in space: those are just just an echo in time, a recycled design, a tribute band. No, these spiders were there at the beginning of the beginning, weaving everything into and out of existence in the Weave.

They’ve called it the “butterfly effect”, but really it’s got nothing to do with butterflies and everything to do with the spiders and their web. You can see them, the threads, whenever you cry, or when you’ve forgotten to look for your glasses perched there on your head. They are an infinite number of tiny threads binding together every particle of the universe. Go ahead, pull one. Find yourself a lover, cure the sick, plunge a galaxy into hell. But how do you choose the right thread? Does such a “right” thread even exist?

Are the spiders still out there, weaving and spinning and cutting? Surely someone is keeping this mess from getting all tangled up. After all, everything we are, everything we see or think or touch or forget, is just a heavy knot of tiny silver threads.

Perhaps even the spiders are made of thread.

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About John Harness
John Harness is an artist and educator in Chicago. He is a member of Socialist Alternative and the Klingon Language Institute. He writes about political activism and roleplaying games.

One Response to Spiders

  1. spidergirlxD says:

    Awesome post, spiders are EPIC!!!

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