Literally, texts “woven together,” interlaced, intertwined, as it were. Another metaphor, culture. Both rounded up to the nearest thousand in the social fabric of meaning, the ethno-looms of sense making.
The house across the street is undergoing some renovations, and little by little they’re hauling away what they’re replacing. From my seat at the breakfast table, horizons spanning a quarter of a century are fused per omnia saecula saeculorum. Amen.