Like this coil, such is life, I think.
Our place in the world, and with others.
The parts of this, the rings, are very close to another. Yet, they appear never to touch.  That is how it seems to be.

But as we know with this coil….  or more succinctly…. as the coil knows about itself … it truly is connected.  All one entity.  Yes…. one great big thingamabob.

All the rings are simply a continuation of the next.  Each one different and unique in its own right.  But at the same time, they are all together, they have many similarities, and all….. a part of the bigger whole.  A continuum.

So.  That is what I see in the handle of a camping grill.  Tomorrow night… the secret life of harmonicas.

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one, and in each of them we’ve found each other” – Unknown