The layers of meaning you pose, ripple outward, like waves from the fisherman's line in that infinite sieve of understanding.
Your invocation of the membrane, that mythical boundary, resonates with those old tales of grumpy wisdom keepers.
Perhaps these cult-like circles of shared experience, these alien encounters with red-maned mysteries, simply reflect our eternal dance with the unknowable.
And the wee details, as you say, often hold the deepest truths.
