So That Happened

I had this beautiful analogy about how you can't have 2 stars in a solar system until I fact checked myself to find that you can. Which was disappointing because the metaphor was poignant and hopeful. But I am unwilling to sacrifice my love of science at the alter of art. Ergo, the metaphor dies a swift death. 

To reframe- some things are real. Some things are tangible. Some things are visible. Some things are not. A child splashing in a visible wave blown by an invisible wind can testify that both what you can see and what you can't see can touch you at the same time. 

Love is that. Love is both a noun and a verb. Is is a chemical reaction that can be seen with an expensive machine and a feeling that can't be articulated due to the left and right brains inability to have neuro connections. Say what? We cant's say what we feel and we can't feel what we say. So we grope for words that come close and hope that our energy will fill in the gaps. 

Song of Solomon says that, "Love is as strong as death is. The insistence on exclusive devotion as unyielding as the grave itself." Love is as strong as death is. Death can not be undone. Nor can love. I believe this. Love, like matter, is never lost or gained- merely redistributed. Sometimes, in some cases, the concentration of it is enough to bring a destruction. So the safe thing to do is to redistribute it. Spread it thinly over a large area making it palatable for the masses. Or more accurately, walk away from a thing so powerful that it has the ability to destroy other things that equally matter. A calculated decision to sacrifice the potency of the love to save the lifestyle. 

A good and noble and right and healthy decision. One made with no regrets. 

Mostly because at the end of the day I know. And you know. It is a shared knowledge.

And that is enough.

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