I got too much Soul in my Stash then....

        Souls are like skeins of yarn; complex beauty wrought out of a tangle. At first glance they seem to be an untameable mess of strings that could never amount to anything beautiful. They are a nuisance, impossible to extract any meaning, so they are overlooked in favor of the gleaming, soft, organized group of alpaca hanks in the corner, all organized and all alike. But the beauty is in there somewhere.

        Once someone decides to face the impossible, to take on the mess of feelings and behaviors, to take a chance on the seemingly unlikely potential of a bundle of knotted strings, the miracle happens.
Beauty finds a way.
Chaos is brought forth into order.
     
         Complicated twists and turns make a beautiful fabric of individual humanity, with it's own shape, texture, and color. Not one Soul is exactly the same.
     
        Pushing through a pattern, a destiny, with a possibly glorious end. It is near inevitable that it should endure without a mistake here and there, or a flaw so disrupting it must be completely unraveled. But there is always the possibility of a new beginning, the hope and dream of a refreshing start, endless outcomes await a seemingly simple strand, all tangled up in a corner, awaiting it's uncertain future, to serve a purpose yet unknown.

        Let us all see eachother in a new perspective, rather like a knitter in a yarn shop, that we not so quickly disregard a seemingly bland or overly different skein of yarn, but we strive to find the spark of beauty that only leads to a fantastical universe of mystery and boundless wonder.
Cheers!

Aria