To whose colorful countenance everything to follow is calibrated—she is both the watcher and the watched, both the seen and the unseen.

It is from this self-contained, placid, Mona Lisa-smiling beauty that Momus springs, the mocker, the malevolent god of comedy, the presently defanged agent of humiliation, monstrous laugher from beyond the fifth wall, unseeable but ever felt, sister to Oizys, goddess of misery, who awaits to envelope us in her viscous stew.

Charlie Kaufman, Antkind

In the art of weaving, warp threads are structural, and strong, and anchored at the origin—creating a frame for crossing fibers as the fabric is woven.

Projecting across the advancing edge into free space, warp threads bridge the formed past, to the ragged present, to the yet-featureless future.

Karl Deisseroth, Projections

A personal myth is an act of imagination that is a patterned integration of our remembered past, perceived present, and anticipated future.

Dan McAdams, Stories We Live By

It’s all about smiles and cries…

Ethan Hawke, Training Day

…the bittersweet warp thread(s) of life.

P Willy