Absolute Freedom

Living life instead of just watching it has always been the way to go, but there is something to be said for vicarious living too.

I don't mean on television where there is no interaction, where life is canned into neat little segments that can be opened and reheated as desired.

I mean the kind of vicarious living that involves sharing from both sides, a sort of tennis match that is played back and forth, accompanied by shouts of success and groans of anguish.

The kind of living where my thoughts and yours mix and mingle until we don't know whose is whose, a sort of mind meld that cannot be defined by space or time.

We both bring different things to this picnic, but all of it is fresh and whole and ripe with feelings:

Redefining the word relationship into an exquisite anomaly that allows me to sit down to tea with a crystal teapot whose blooming flower will shared by a Poet Laureate:

Opening doors to worlds we are too old, or too young, to pass through alone:

Eliminating that arch enemy of life in this world, loneliness among crowds.

Vicarious living attached only to absolute freedom.

The closest thing to being one there is.