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Interwoven (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)

A braid.
 
That is my latest representation of the whole fate vs. free will thing. Think about it: At the very end of a braid, you have numerous individual follicles. No one even counts them, there are so many. Then, as you go higher up, those follicles are gathered together into three, better defined, "cords." Though very separate, these cords are in very close proximity to one another. They touch. They weave together and they form a pattern. And as you follow that pattern, though those cords (and consequently the follicles that make them up) were so apparently different, you are lead back to the scalp. Literally, the head honcho.
 
When I sit down and think about it, I think we as individuals are the follicles. We are made up of our spirits, emotions, and attachments. And as we move about our lives, the people we meet and the situations that we encounter are the cords. Cords are made up of our environments, social circles, and everyday lives. I see the scalp as God. I mean, the scalp is where all things eventually connect, right? And the braid, itself, is the journey we all take as an individual that slowly blends us with All Things That Exist.

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