A performance not yet staged. Its design is complete; its production is not, and what follows describes an idea awaiting a room, not a document of an event that has happened. Two people pass a single thick thread through a stretched canvas with a needle, one pass for each life, one for each death. Where the threads separate, a lineage continues elsewhere; where they cross, two lives have met. Two percussionists strike at every life and every death the canvas registers. The proposal beneath the piece: love and harm as the same thread, crossing differently, which is the reasoning the title asks a viewer to sit with before it explains itself.