The tapestry of which we are part

The tapestry of which we are part is part of a tapestry of something far greater. The fabric of space is infinitely large. The distance between us is infinitely small. I cry, and you hear my call. We are so much the same that our differences are impossible to discern.

You deceive yourself if you feel you are immune to my pain. Here is comfort in sorrow – for our pain is shared. Whoever you are, you are never alone. The tapestry of which you are part weaves the whole human race, and our future and our past, into one.