In a living, breathing vision I saw

In a living, breathing vision I saw a group of people as in a net and freed by the very strings of the net, even sent forth by it. They had as it were jets on their hands, heads, and hearts. No one controlled another nor tried to; all influenced each other and the whole. Edges—I cannot call them boundaries—stretched outward, downward, and upward, heart-ward, head-ward, and hand-ward every day. People argued, got angry, pulled away from others—but the net held them. Work got done, knowledge advanced, relationships were nurtured. Art and beauty, science and meaning, work and accomplishment complemented one another.

:- Doug.

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