I’ve often felt a good essay was like a spiderweb, the several strands not merely connecting to but strengthening one another, even at some distance from the center. But the temptation to think wrongly, as a writer, that one’s goal is trapping the reader, commanding their attention, suggests another image: a honeycomb, where sweetness spills over cell to cell in many directions at once, held in an indefinitely extensible structure. The honeycomb, importantly, is the work of many in concert.
This AfricanAmerican woman has an interesting take on her use of the bindi, taking cultural appropriation to the next level, even the next life;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogDW5EvpfwM