I sit amongst them, they all know me, they all know each other, but I know what they do not know about one another. And neither will I ever be allowed to tell them. For that is the rule of the spider. It may weave its web between the others but it may only show but a strand to each one of them, the one they once gave to it and the spider hat said “this one is but between us” and so they had agreed this was their little secret. And so one by one the spider collected its strands only showing the one to the one and only one. But to the spider the strands where many. And so the spider wove, and in the many strands who had now begun to form a web their lies were caught for what one had not decided to show the other would later reveal. And so slowly they where undressed from their untruths. Until to the spiders eyes they where compleatly bare. But to them they where fully armored.And so everytime when they ask the spider they wondered, how it so accuratly could tell what they needed. "It must be becous it is just like me"they concluded "yes it had to be" for how else could it know me so well? Itknow me becous it is me. And so they give it more strand to weave. And the best part? They never knew and they never will, that it was a spider they confided in.
