Beware the skizzers.

The fabric that binds us. Invisible.
In our distance we sometimes want to color that fabric.
Just so it can be seen, make it more interesting and to show we are here.
And we care.
Sometimes, to simply fill what seems a void and prove it is not a void we color.
Sometimes cleverly, sometimes not.
Sometimes the color offends.
It's here that what is intended to strengthen the fabric, may weaken it.
And so you have scissors.