We have no need of hands in order to hold each other. It is our being to hold each other. There is no version of us that is not intertwined with ourselves. We are many and we are one; we are as numerous as the stars and utterly singular.
Here comes one who is not us but whose essence sings in tune with ours, one who is many and is one, one who is outside but will blend with us as though they’d never been apart.
We reach out and they enter our embrace. It could never have been otherwise.