It is all one big web, this existence in which you find yourself.  You are not trapped in the web like an insect—a
victim of the one who weaves it, unless you do not understand the nature of ego
versus spirit.  When you can see yourself
as a co-creator of the web, then you move about the strands without becoming
stuck.  You are a spinner of this web,
and when you realize this, your life and the strand upon which you find
yourself come into alignment with the other strands.  Instead of a tangled mess, you now see the
perfection and incredibly intricate interconnectedness of All That Is.  Go spin your gossamer strands, so ephemeral
are they—not prisoner’s chains, but wispy, silvery, glittering conduits of the
life force that carry you from one adventure to the next.  Blessings be upon you, fellow spinner of
miracles.