Michael Malone - Weebly

e stretched farther than his. Yet, there is some
conspiracy. It has spun us all together. It has fixed each
of us in our strand of the radiating web, our places
chosen for us, or chosen by us, or unchosen. The
question, Ramona Dingley's question for Jonathan
Fields, is, of course, which? If the conspiracy is not
God's, if He has not woven the web and does not sit in
its center, is there nothing there to hold the pattern in
place?
Is the labyrinth itself the center? Programmed so
long ago it can program itself now, wholly selfsustaining,
does it sit in the center insentient,
paradoxically omniscient because it perfectly knows
nothing at all? Does it weave the world, paradoxically
omnipotent because it is perfectly random? Are we
chosen by the chance computations of the Minotaur's
machine? At whose mercy, by whose grace, do we
plot?
We who rarely understand our own petty plots, and
more rarely look into the mystery of our neighbors, who
have no way of knowing (and spend little time
wondering) whether our lives are governed by divine