I walked along, thinking about all the things like misperceptions and misrepresentations. I realized I forgot the papers that I needed. I curiously pondered the concept of humility and unity. I planned to stop for coffee and I thought through the route I would take. I realized how little I understood, and trusted in how much truth I already possess. I became aware. 

I wondered what people think about as they move from place to place. And what if the stories were traced by threads, with thoughts strung like beads, laced along the streets we walk..

Oh, it’s a good secret. One worth keeping.