the first time I met you: because we recognized each other.
So much so, that I completely forgot about that ritarded first meeting until just now, 5 rotations later…which seems like 20 years, but is actually only 6.
The second and one half time I talked with you it was because you came to mind.
The third time I met with you, you were so able to verbalize my own experience that I felt high for days, high, and full of hope…hopefulness, in a new way, in a tangible way. It was the first time I understood the meaning of experience. The relationship of time to understanding.
I remembered that for 20 years, the last part of which I had known of your existence, you had traveled in a single-pod spacecraft. Different than an explorer, you had traveled slowly, with only one destination: observation. Maybe two: observation connection.
The fourth time I met you, you were in the middle of spending days with someone who had traveled a different but similar part, and had done so for 30 years longer than you… We talked about dis-integration and about what it is to contrive.
I was reminded in the right way of where and how I first learned to contrive, where this was cultivated in me and how I wish to remove this behavior from my being completely, and I was reminded that it may take as many years to un-learn as it does to learn and not to take that for granted…
Then the last time we met was by accident, but not really, because it was the ripple effect of your earlier day…
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✦esperanza
