Difference and this infinite postponement of sameness in the encounter with the beloved other. So much the same and yet in between is the chasm of difference that is ever insurmountable. Is this the torque that charges and electrifies and enlivens the sharp edge of encounter? The depth of seeing and knowing the other is unable ever to be crossed into absolute knowing. It is beyond us both. Each of us an entire universe of the unknown if we choose to look. And so much of our meeting counts on the vagaries and inconstancies of time, timing, and the invasive, abrasive and indispensible world. And yet each time I hesitate. I cannot take it for granted that I will be for you what I hope and that you will be for me also as I hope. We have both symmetry and asymmetry in being which means for me that our encounters, the colours of our entre into that space of poignant meeting are unpredictable in the degree and the vitality on both our parts. The richness and the fabric of our encounter is a changeable yet rhythmic and aesthetic landscape. I would not be without our perplexing misunderstandings and cross-pathed sorrows and our capricious and exquisite moments of paradise in the breath of the other, our disappointments and our unpredictable journeys through each other's galaxies, nebulae and stardust. A beautiful diversity to our being and the enriching process of our journey of knowing.
I sleep, but my heart is awake. Son 5:2
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