Using soft grey silk yarn, cast on so many stitches. With the other side of the circular needle, begin to knit in 1x1 rib. Knit one, purl one. The click, click of the needles resounds loud and comforting in her mind. Knit, knit, knit.

In a country very far away, men and women gather for battle. Their weapons, guns, spears, and swords glint in the sunlight. Two sides, preparing for a civil war. The revolution begins. It will succeed. The revolutionaries will themselves become the government. And, in time, a new revolution will begin.

Knit, knit, knit.

Somewhere, a young man falls to a stray shot. A civilian life, gone. He was not blameless- no human is. But he had family, and friends, and was planning to be an actor. Dreams all gone now. His family will never know what happened, but one of his friends saw. The others will know soon. His girlfriend will go to a Japanese shrine, and gently place a flower while thinking of him. His reincarnation will have no memories of his life.

Knit, knit, knit. Around and around.

An ancient tree falls to loggers after a thousand years of standing against every danger. Some of the trunk will be used for cheap furniture, the rest for newsprint. The animals and birds living in its branches will go extinct a little faster. In a year or two, a sapling will begin to grow on the stump. Perhaps someday, it will also fall.

Knit, knit, knit. Join a new ball of yarn.

A god dies, after years of being only vaguely believed in or remembered. All that remains of a religion that once inhabited a large tract of land are some inscribed stones and broken pots in a desert. Some day, perhaps, someone will hear of this god. Are deities reincarnated? It remains to be seen, for no one has ever tried believing in a dead god.

Knit, knit, knit. Bind off the loose stitches, and weave in the ends. A beautiful and simple garment, completed. Then again... maybe not. Is anything ever really finished?

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A/N: I wrote this while visiting my grandparents in Kansas, and knitting myself a shrug. (You know, one of those tubular things without sleeves that go around your shoulders?) It's very drabble-ish, and shorter than I intended it to be, but I like it. I have a few skeins of that yarn left... I wonder what I should make of it?