The Unbroken Web...

I'm wondering if this is how it begins.

I have an old, yellowed book of folktales retold by Richard Adams called 'The Unbroken Web', which I originally bought less for the actual stories and more for the colorful illustrations. I never looked too deeply into the stories before, but now, reading over them, I'm aware of how deeply mythological they are. I feel like someone entering into a room in the dark and only realizing with the light of dawn that the walls are filled with windows.
Richard Adam's explanation of the title in the introduction to this collection struck me especially; this passage from that introduction reminds me of the parallels and layers that are always coming up in our lectures between our own stories and the myths of the past. It's a little long, but it's worth it!
Plus, I've added pictures.
Adams writes:

'The Woodpecker' by Yvonne Gilbert

 

"I see in fancy — I have a vision of — the world as the astronauts saw it – a shining globe, poised in space and rotating on its polar axis. Round it, enveloping it entirely, as one Chinese carved ivory ball closes another within it, is a second, incorporeal, gossamer like sphere — the unbroken web – rotating freely and independently of the rotation of the earth. It is something like a soap bubble, for although it is in rotation, real things are reflected on the surface, which imparts to them glowing, lambent colors...

'The Boy and his Horse' by Yvonne Gilbert

 

"Within this outer web we live. It soaks up, transmutes and is charged with human experience, exuded from the world within like steam or an aroma from cooking food. The storyteller is he who reaches up, grasps that part of the web which happens to be above his head at the moment and draws it down—it is, of course, elastic and unbreakable—to touch the earth. When he has told his story—its story—he releases it and it springs back and continues in rotation. The web moves continually above us, so that in time every point on its interior surface passes directly above every point on the surface passes directly above every point on the surface of the world. This is why the same stories are found all over the world, among different people who have had little or no communication with each other...

'The Mice in the Corn' by Yvonne Gilbert

"And the meaning (of the stories in this web)? One can become too preoccupied with meaning. What is the meaning of a rose? These stories are very old. In times past they have no doubt meant many different things to different people. Some meanings may well have disappeared for ever, together with the vanished circumstances of lives gone by. Today some of us, in our turn, perceive meanings in terms of the unconscious and its symbolism. In centuries to come the tales will still be there, but what they will then seem to mean we cannot tell. For the unbroken web has one other property, which I forgot to mention. It is impenetrable."

As way of closing, I should admit I have absolutely no idea what Adams means with the last line of this passage. That line is also where his introduction ends. The meaning of it feels to be right near the surface, yet it doesn't quite click for me.
If anyone has any ideas, I'd be eager to hear them.