So many strands weave a web, a living, breathing web. Amongst the sad sadness lays joy. Dynamics hold this web together, hidden, unseen, but O so tangible dynamics. We know not half of what we see, and yet it is on that which we function. We are connected. Is it the strength of these dynamics which binds us, or is it the number of dynamics? Between the lines there is much to read for those who care to look. Those who don’t talk, those who exchange fleeting, furtive glances, they are the ones who these dynamics hold the tightest. How often do we over look such important things? We cannot see what is in front of us, nor what is behind us, for if we could, we would not stumble blindly into the delicate web and break the glistening strands and shatter the fragmented pieces.