A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark'd how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand, Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres to connect them, Till the bridge you will need be form'd, till the ductile anchor hold, Till the gossamer thread you fling catch somewhere, O my soul.
The idea of a soul making connections is a really interesting in. When I was little I read a book that said that some Native American tribes didn’t allow photography because each photo is like taking a piece of your soul way. So the idea in reverse that once you meet someone and you become friends then you give the a piece of your soul and in turn they give you a piece of theirs. This trade makes each of the individuals involved better makes them stronger and happier and made up of better pieces.
But what happens when you end a friendship? When two people cared about each other and then they break that tie the both loses their pieces so rather then trading a piece they lose it all together make each person less of whole less of a real human soul.
This image makes sense to me, cause I feel that happens all the time to me that I get small pieces back from great friends but more offend then not I lose pieces of myself to those who cast me aside as they do. I wish I could string them back together.
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