A part and Set Apart

She could see it all. Little threads that were a part of everything. Connecting everything. Forming everything. Layers and layers of threads on top of threads. Thousands of strands that joined everything and everyone. It was beautiful. The only time she had ever seen something that was not a part of this giant throbbing unified world, was when she looked into a mirror. She hung in a world of interconnected webs, without being able to touch a single strand. She was able to see the beauty, but not able to be a part of it.