You know what? I never even thought about how do we intersect with others who are exploring the same issues... At risk of being melodramatic, and maybe petulant (whatever, arrogant), I think when we ask ourselves these kinds of questions, or we make an effort to see beyond, we also see. I don't know if for people who do not question the reality beyond the visual/tangible/immediate world are not able to resonate with us. I think that it is scary for some to go beyond the clothing we wear and the car we drive. And when we do see a little more, we are able to see the playfulness in an old person that resembles the one a child has, or the fear hiding behind some people's aggressiveness. We (I) also understand that some things that happen over short spasm of linear time, last a long time. OR maybe it is that they leave such an imprint in the soul, that we carry them over long iterations of time, over long iterations of who we are. Nevertheless, they may not have lasted a long time over linear time. Is the memory of time, time?

Funny thing I usually wonder, is in this resonance, in this intersection, a glimpse of not being alone? And why does sometimes it feels like the wind or the mountain talk to us, in such an intimate way? Or is it just that we are more honest with its aridity assuming we are not being listened to, when we are?

Thank you for listening to my musing and conversing, Lynne.

PP