Bits And Pieces

I brought one Christmas ornament to Illinois from North Carolina and today I bought it a tree!

Life is like that sometimes.

I start out with a whole and add bits and pieces to it, or I start out with a bit and had a whole to it, which of course makes the whole just a piece of the bit.

I tend to think big things are whole and the smaller other things appear to be, the more likely I am to consider them less than whole, but that definitely isn't true.

Each thing, each person, each thought is always part of something larger even as it is a whole concept unto itself.

I am me. Add me to the siblings in my family and I become a part of that whole. Add us siblings to a family with mom and dad and it is part of another whole and on it goes.

It goes the other way too.

My nose is part of me, but when I cut it off to spite my face, my nose is a whole missing part, as would be a finger, or finger nail.

We are not simple celled creatures, but even those can be broken down.

Isn't this world amazing? It's kind of like some giant hand began crocheting, or knitting DNA and RNA and what all and just kept going and going and going.

Does that mean if the right thread is pulled, it all unravels?