Spindles winding clear coil out of the dark, which wraps around and around in a never expanding mass, as they turn and turn, hauling something out of the dark, a giant fish, or a box attached to a hook. All the while, the faces at the ends of the bobbins smile and chatter, happy you've come into the machine to spend just a little time with them.     My family is here. We're all attached. That's me, Jacob Maker. And next to me is me, Zoltan Abbassid. We're on top.