Our understanding andour own being are a small part of a broader, inte-grated knowledge that holds the universe together.
This reminds me of the mist metaphor in Mrs. Dalloway where Clarissa felt pieces of her soul in every person she knew. Her soul was a mist that spread far and wide, a constant connection to others. It also reminds me of a conspiracy board crisscrossed with red yarn. Each connection adds to the understanding of any given theory. Which then reminds me of the six degrees of separation.