All our lives are the same, braided together on the same surface, figuratively speaking. Not to make too fine a point of it and get nutty, but our lives are like a Möbius strip, an endless loop with no back or front, a strip with a twist in it joined end-to-end so that no matter where we are on it, only half is visible. We know instinctively that other lives we cannot see are hidden on the same surface at the same time—not underneath or on the other side.