to weave or not to weave
does not even address questions
what to weave when to weave where to weave
nor the question why weave;
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The fabric of thought is a dark cathedral. Inspiration's light is nestled inside concentric roulette spheres, all of them spinning, and when their apertures line up, a beam will shine onto some beautiful detail of tracery. Meanwhile a titanic poet's searchlight sweeps without interruption.
To be at the right place at the right time; to be right in the head when placing yourself in time; to place oneself rightly in being and time...