Erupting conceptual doily map...

When one chooses not to have children, one's core creations and dream projects become de facto rugrats. It's largely an abstract kind of parenthood, and sadly one with a far higher mortality rate than birthing babies. Frankly, it's terrifying! But years and years of attempting to rear ideas and personal visions into reality (with a few successes and many more failures) can add up to something - a tangle of weird and wonderful experiences, viewed cumulatively from above, revealing a most unusual and intricate pattern. "Wow," you say. "Was something divine nosing me along all that time, or is this swirling Spirograph my own doing?" Either way, it's ok to pleasantly boggle yourself every once in a while.