| There is an old expression I was just reflecting upon, "the tapestry of our lives", which refers to the sum of one's earthly existence as a single work of weaving. Certainly our every experience represents some minute feature of the work. But overall, it's our associations which represent the threads of consistency throughout the pattern. These people whose lives crisscross our own, create the fundamental texture for the fabric. Small wonder that my grandmother used to caution me to spend my time with only the best of society. I sometimes regarded her as an elitist, a snob. But this lesson she tried to impart was not totally unheeded: For although mine is not the richest tapestry by far, I may be deserving of some award for the most colorful! |