“Maybe instead of strings it’s stories things are made of, an infinite number of tiny vibrating stories…that’s why no story on it’s own makes any sense, and so what you have to do in a life is try to weave it back together, my story into your story, our stories into all the other people’s we know, until you’ve got something that to God or whoever might look like a letter, or even a whole word…” from Skippy Dies by Paul Murray.
Stories…strings of stories, making up the universe. Stories woven together to make..a whole.