Each of us lives on a rope.
A rope is what you call a universe.
There are many, many ropes
and they lie piled together, crossing and twisting, knotting and reknotting
into an impenetrable tangle.
Where two ropes are knotted, or three, or many,
there are places where thoughts and dreams are strong
and people gather.
These are the nodes, and stories happen there.
From “Welcome to the Knotted Rope”
attributed to T.D. Ackerman
a cartoonist in Kekionga 