Invisible thread

All phenomena compiles. Combines and communes to build up and give birth to the presence we each experience, momentarily, endlessly, now. Even when we stand alone, perhaps far from what we deem the civilised world; uncountable thoughts, actions, beliefs, lives and deaths have played out their tales and truths before us, just to bring us into being. Here in these Medieval Roman remains, where the air is stained with thousands of years worth of air breathed into lungs before ours, we can taste what has passed and from that, something new is born. This is our cycle. It is everywhere, at all times. To dwell in the past would be a misguided mistake, an unfortunate waste of fresh air. But to reject or deny its profound placement in our current depiction of reality would be an equally unfortunate state of denial. With open hearts and minds; the stories and trials of the past have much to teach us and leave us with much to be grateful for. Like invisible threads quietly crisscrossing times illusion, we