i see ripples sometimes, just in a puddle after the rain, and it makes me think about how we draw lines between things. every once in a while, i wonder if our sense of where one thing ends and another begins is just too rigid. we build our categories, our ideas of what’s separate, and it all feels so certain. but how does it make sense that our kind of boundary is the only kind of boundary in the universe. the universe holds so many interwoven threads, so many connections that we might not even register. maybe what we consider distinct isn't distinct at all, just beyond our focus, integrated and living amongst us…