One small single truth

We are born alone. We die alone. Why then do we spend much of our lives seeking union with the other? Is it to emulate the spark of creation? A fusion of binary polarties that for the briefest moment recreates a heaven for travelers far away from home. Born of the product of lovemaking, do we intuitively migrate toward the point of origin? Is it that we fall from oneness into twoness. Fragmented from unity into solitude, and so seek return to that state of familial solidarity? People believe in twin souls or soul mates or an original separation. For them is the need is seeded by longing? There are those who say we begin to create our true definition by breaking our parental mirror to redefine ourselves through the image projected by our lovers' eyes. For them does relation help craft identity? In indigenous lore seeking our antithesis simply means following the path of the original story. Emulating the birth of the cosmos again and again as yin meets yang. Or perhaps when we are truly alone we face the startling truth. We are borne of nothing, and die only to return to nothing. An emptiness so overwhelming that once alienated from it, we grasp onto anyone to avoid going back. For me the truth is this. We are borne of one into two, the sum of which makes three. A trinity of doing, saying and being that makes us more and less than we already are.

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[Mandy de Waal]

Jesus Morts I miss you. And you are many truths. Emblazoned on my heart and soul. That I scrabbled and scrambled to scribble down during that conversation when salt air filled my nostrils. You are so many truths that you confounded me. How is it you got so wise.

I love kisses. First kisses. Last kisses. I'll never stop. I who am childlike and gullible and still wish on stars. Wish on on eyelashes and blow them into never never land.

Perhaps its all story. So what. Life is just chemical and perception.

Is there any other truth.

Love you Morts.

[morts]

am i one? perhaps i am many - fragments of the lifetimes i may have dreamed myself through.

it is only those fragments i can offer - never able to contribute to an even whole of any extended number.

i used to love first kisses - strangers vital breath inhaled - which like a web of wine and desire bound them all together - for a fleeting moment - felt it all draw together.

no more kisses - now i shuffle and deal the slivered fragments to a table of down-on-luck gamblers - who are willing to bet on my own ability to make them whole.

dolly - perhaps the loving of others is easier - because we KNOW ourselves. at least, that's the way it is for me.

[Mandy de Waal]

Dolce... Damn it. You've punched the wind right out of me. Do you know that you break my heart in so many beautiful ways...?

[Dolce]

Because it's easier to love someone else than to love ourselves?

[Mandy de Waal]

CNTRL ALT DELETE / Nou Kyk... why the hell didn't I think of that?

[kyknoord]

Our programming has outstripped our hardware capabilities. This is why there are glitches in the system. We need to be rebooted from time to time, or settle for reduced functionality.