We all are geometric constraints in a much bigger composition of the universe, in which we move our own lines or sometimes those lines move us. In both ways, a pattern is created in our life as well as in the universe.
Between all the moving around our lines tangle, connect or intersect with that of others. Every day some of our lines meet while others remain parallel, we miss ideas and collisions by a thought or a block away.
This composition keeps changing methodically but once in a while in massive chaos and against incredible odds we cross paths with specific people. The lines and dots align perfectly with each other irrespective of different colours.
In the huge composition, a spec shines which further connects and grows like magic.