Since feeling is first, who pays any attention/to the syntax of things, will never wholly kiss you.  e.e.cummings

It’s a tragedy really, we as partners who wish for love and passion, in our apparently normal emptiness running through the compulsive analytics and diagnostics of the explicit “I.” We grasp so much! And what we believe sometimes appears like love. And it is definitely something to trust, because steady, graspable, if not exactly passionate. Then why can’t we just think a way into the soul-opening energies we want?

Two well prepared adults in proximity. We know we know we know. Then why do we not know who we are to each other? We picked carefully. We are compatible on the important things, both enthusiastic ambitious heroes, even if a little burned out, coming from families with similar legacies, even if a little burdening. Then why do we feel so lost together?

We, maybe, even feel more lost when we are together, especially when we vacation into Nature, as if turning off electronics, staring into each other’s eyes reveals something, and raises the dread that we have become the robots, assimilated, when as children we dreamed of fighting the Borg, leaping beyond our fears, bravely going…