Here we find ourselves in a thought factory, in which, as in the “Weaver’s Masterpiece”:
“One tread moves thousands of threads, | |
The little shuttles fly back and forth, | |
The threads flow on unseen, | |
One stroke ties thousands of knots.” |
He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
“One tread moves thousands of threads, | |
The little shuttles fly back and forth, | |
The threads flow on unseen, | |
One stroke ties thousands of knots.” |
“Bobby, do you know what a metaphor is?”
“A component, like a capacitor?”
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