The Illusion

I am with you.

I have heard those words so many times that they could be meaningless, only they aren't. 

We are connected in ways I will never understand, sometimes it seems almost magical and sometimes it doesn't seem possible, but it is true.

For one thing there is always that pebble in a pond effect, one small act of any sort has ramifications the creator could never even imagine, good or bad.

And then there is the old idea of a "split apart," or "twin," or "soul mate" who feels what the other one feels, thinks what the other one thinks.  I've experienced that too.

Just because I can't dissect it or replicate it, doesn't mean it isn't real.  It is.

I am with you whether I want to be, whether I like the idea, or not.

Sometimes I do like it.  Very much.  I like the idea that I do not walk alone on this earth, that freedom does not mean my heart is lost in some vast empty space waiting to be caught and confined before it is filled.

I like the thought that there are strings so long we can never be separated.  That you can fill me up with an umbilical attached to a life so rich and beautiful I am almost always satisfied.  I like you.

Wherever we go, whatever we do, whoever we are with, we are never alone. 

Aloneness is an illusion.