Introduction

We all know what they say about the threads that bind, but what about the strings in-between? 

Have we looked there yet for any meaning or am I just seeing something I am believing to be true instead?

Guess one more round up this staircase called dread.  Better here than left spiritually dead.  In thought, mind you.

All of which we believe to be true and all of that we believe to be not are all built upon a rotted foundation of assumptions.

For it is when we believe we are in the position of the right, we were already doomed to the cause before we even started.

There is nothing right in might and nothing to be said about the meaning found between the threads that bind if our threads are anything but.

For anything and everything is of meaning in time.  Don't believe me?  I'll assume now it is safe here for you to check out these rhymes!

Condition Alpha (Α): Pain as Origin 

A branch bore a bird where the story begins,
Mistook survival for meaning, aping gods in skin.
The fruit turned sour in the mouth of kin,
For grace was the gift—but control was our sin.

Celestial Web's Unraveling The Universe of Context
I swallowed my questions in thorns of despair; I now let the silence give shape to my fire.

Condition Beta (): Pain of Free Will

Two wings took flight, but never agreed,
One guessed in fear, the other checked in need.
Split by the burden of what choice can breed,
Love asks: will you stay when your will is freed?

Celestial Web's The Dream That Came After
I hollowed my soul to seem holy and fair; I now trust the mystery, rising entire.

Condition Gamma (): Pain of Knowing Death

Three hens clucked myths of faith, hope, love—
But pecked at doubt below, not truth above.
Their eggs cracked open what we’re made of,
Death is the teacher none of us think of.

Celestial Web's The Stitch Lost To Time
I borrowed beliefs like breath from the air; I now sing from within, not from what I acquire.

Condition Delta (): Pain of Overreach

Four voices rose to echo God's plan,
But mimicry of prophets makes fragile man.
Each gospel misused became demand,
Yet whispers still heal when we don’t command.

Celestial Web's The Path To A New Mehta
I followed the loudest illusions out there; I now walk with stillness, the truth I require.

Condition Epsilon (): Pain of Transactional Teaching

Rings bound us in laws we could not read,
We mistook obedience for holy need.
What was gold became greed, creed turned to deed,
And still, God said, "Plant grace like seed."

Celestial Web's  The Cul-de-Sac of Choices Becoming
I chained every “should” to the ache in my chest; I now offer my presence with mercy unshaken.

Condition Zeta: Pain of Letting Go

Creation laid down in rhythmic flow,
We clutched each day as if time were owed.
When eggs did not hatch, we blamed the snow—
Not all beginnings are meant to grow.

Celestial Web's The Choice That Chooses Back
I drained all my light to give others my best; I now gather myself in the bonds I’ve forsaken.

Condition Eta (): Pain of Loving Your Choices

Seven glided through sins we’d hide,
Each one a mirror we pushed aside.
But gifts arrived when ego died,
Love of self is the Spirit’s tide.

Celestial Web's The Agency of Mine's Sacred Choosing
I feigned every smile when my soul needed rest; I now move from a wholeness no longer mistaken.

Condition Theta (): Pain of Loving Others Choices

Eight hands pressed pain from beast to bowl,
Sustenance drawn through servant's role.
Not martyrdom, but shared control,
To milk is to nourish—not own the soul.

Celestial Web's The Lie in Search of Context's Truth
I reigned over love as a test to be guessed; I now serve without grasping, no vow ever taken.

Condition Iota (): Pain of Unconditional Love of Life Itself

Nine danced in joy while hiding ache,
The rhythm bent but did not break.
When grace stepped in for ego’s sake,
We danced with death, and chose to wake.

Celestial Web's
I measured the stars with the edge of my doubt; I now soar through the dark with a joy that expands.

Condition Kappa (): Pain of Past One's Beliefs About Themselves in Time

Ten leapt with titles and bounds unmade,
Each vault an escape from self-stamped cage.
But lords cannot rule what they’re afraid to face—
God's rule begins when we embrace disgrace.

Celestial Web's Trinities Triple Makes Their Match
I pressured my worth into patterns throughout; I now shape what I am with these open hands.

Condition Lambda (): Pain of Growing Past One's Beliefs About Others

Eleven tunes told how not to err,
Their melodies masked inherited scare.
But piping truth meant shedding care—
Of others’ fear you no longer wear.

Celestial Web's  Light Found Within Spectrum's Seams
I treasured my fences while crying to shout; I now open the gates where my knowing stands.

Condition Mu (): Pain of Growing Past One's Beliefs About Life

Drummers struck rhythm in the halls of fate,
Each beat a law we dared debate.
But harmony rose when we stepped through gate—
The law was love, not fear or hate.

Celestial Web's The Baker's Dozen Ovens of Perfect Loaf
I censored the wild when it tried to break out; I now dance in the chaos, the truth that commands.

Condition Nu (): Pain of Choosing Truth As Your Seed & Fruit

There is a thread, there is a wheel,
Beyond the pain, the choice is real.
Make a PACT with what you feel—
Patience, Attention, Care, and Time shall seal.

Celestial Web's The Truth From The Lie (The Fool's Dream & Sage's Nightmare)
I once chose to believe in everything, at risk of missing something;
Something missing—of risk, at everything in belief, to choose once: I.

Twelve times in fact.  Perhaps one more to boot, even. 
The devil's fashion of truth is theirs to keep on their feet.