THE ancients when looking heavenwards would picture the starry mass above, connected as it were by a frame of infinite threads; each orb held in suspension, woven by the actions of another. Planets, stars, moons and smaller comets- interdependent with orbits and individual space defined within the network maze, held within. Like the egg, with the yolk in albumen, we are held in suspension - and it is absolute illusion to perceive or believe otherwise.
Rarely do people fix their eyes on the stars today. If they come to acknowledge them it is with the perception of tiny individual points of light, dispersed far away. Our eyes are simply not powerful enough to appreciate the splendor of these heavenly bodies, nor their connecting paths and beams that blaze trails from one to another, to another - and so it goes. Such it is with the concept of Brotherhood.