Our Nexus

Both of us treasure a copy of this book. Our experiences are parallel: when I hold it reverently, and turn each illuminated page, slowly, deliberately, and read outloud the text, memory grasps it entire. An image of each page, archived in our minds, will be cast against a screen within. And we will know a perfect sharing when we are on the same page of this book we treasure, and, howeveer distant from each other, we will spend precious moments staring... It is better than an embrace, which is all surface and transient breath. This shared image within tranfixing our attention, pours its truth plus beauty deep, and deeper still, into our souls, and our souls are linked, interplay with each other, share the profoundest feelings, which steadily become thoughts almost (Dare I say it?) beyond the reaches of our souls: We will have being elsewhere. This is heady stuff, my friend, we cannot fully comprehend it. But we are one in this endeavor. Next time, let's put beauty before truth. Nothing will be altered from its set course, but we will be dazzled before being informed, like witnessing a gorgeous orange sunset illuminate the dark surface of a lake. Are you anxious for this too? I promise not to be late.