The dots commenced in 1972. Some made at happy moments and some at sad moments. But neverthless were made incessantly.
Some of them visible… choosing to get framed onto to these virtual planes. Most are invisible, choosing to hide themselves in the darkest recesses of the mind.
But none of these dots in ones life goes a waste. Everyone of them have their purpose. To get connected.
No dot goes a waste. They get connected… one way or the other… now or later.
