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By Vishal Date: 2002 Aug 08 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.08.08.24.27380]] |
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I have recently come to suspect that one of the things that keep men and women together is their respect of the mystery, the half grasped but never spoken of idea that maybe, when you get right down to the place where the cheese binds, there is no such thing as an unbreakable relationship, no such thing as union. Each soul stands alone and ultimately defies rationality, that is the mystery. And no matter how well you think you know someone, you occasionally run into blank walls or fall into pits. And sometimes (rarely thank God) you run into a full fledged pocket of alien strangeness, something like the clear air turbulence that can buffet an airliner for no reason at all. An attitude or a belief which you had never suspected, one so peculiar (at least to you) that it seems nearly pyschotic. And then, you tread carefully, if you value your relationship and peace of mind, you try to remember that anger at such a discovery is the province of fools who truly believe it is possible for one mind to really know another. |