Imponderable numbers of interconnections exist between all matter and lifeforms. Like a child, I try to visualise them. I imagine a kind of three dimensional fabric made from glowing yarns, bristling through all, across space and time. The light dims a little when small threads break between phenomena, fading entirely if there are deeper tears and cuts. But the light is ablaze when the fabric is alive with interconnectedness, and all is well with existence. We may not even realise, but we need this incandescence like a new-born baby needs fresh air. The same it is with love.