We're two human beings. We're one heart.
I like being with you. There's nothing to do when I'm with you. There's everything to be when I'm with you. There's nothing to achieve, nothing to accomplish, nowhere to get to when I'm with you. We're already it, we're already doing it, we're already here. We live together in a space before time. We'll be living together in this space after time ends.
What's really pertinent about this space is how it's the most obvious thing about being alive for both of us. Yet for others this is an unknown possibility. For the most part, it doesn't exist for everyone. Life, for many, doesn't offer this kind of richness and fullness. And yet that doesn't mean you and I are special, privileged, or unusual in any way to have it be real for us.
All it means, in pragmatic terms, is we're both being our selves, and our selves, being one and the same Self, are each other. That's not yet the possibility of true intimacy. It's prior to the possibility of true intimacy. It calls forth the possibility of true intimacy.
When this miracle began, when it first made itself known, when it first reached out and grabbed me saying "I'm your reward for being who you really are!", when I first realized you share the same experience of me as I share of you, the essential component of it was we were always together when we noticed it. We were always in the same physical place at the same time when it happened. Then, when we went our separate ways, we waited until we could be together again, eagerly anticipating the _iracle we knew would reappear.
Slowly at first, then coming faster and faster with increasing reliability and predictability, something else became obvious, something je ne sais quoi occurred between us which I would call telepathy except that concept is already loaded with too many connotations to be of any use in this account.
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