\ / \ / \ / \ _______________________________________________________________ / | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | And our words link us together even when we're | | separated by all the tangles of labyrinths | | literal and metaphorical, like a fiber-optic cable | | made of colorless red thread. | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |_______________________________________________________________| / \ / \ / \ / \