We’re like a bundle of cords. Each of us a single strand in that riverine flow, so many of us that one is indistinguishable from the other. The only way we’d know of each other’s existence is if we came into contact. And it is true that many of us do, twisted together inseperably. But just as many come undone, ends breaking loose of each other, flowing their separate ways. A disparate, directionless tangle, the flow disrupted. And yet, when the river converges, the tangles free themselves and the cords merge as one, and the flow becomes quicker than it ever was.