Is the sensation of connection driven by the rarity of finding the reflection of oneself in another?
The sensation to keep talking, gesturing, eyes growing wide, or squinting, giggling, relating...
What is transferred when two people are talking? When does the surrounding environment disappear?
If a man and a woman meet to talk, what 'information' is received first? Skin color, age, inflection, attraction? Sometimes I hear two people talking and I am convinced I hear inflection replaying to inflection. I perceive sounds.
A friend said once, 'First when you listen, there is noise then sound, then meaning.'
What about when there are no words that can transpire. What is it to just receive? Or smile, or laugh, or shrug? What about ignoring perception or the reflection of a uncomfortable reality?
What draws two people to look at one another? What of making naked contact, eye to eye... soul bearing even.
Too much? Too soon? I don't know your name yet. Don't get too close.
Wait.
I didn't mean that.
I think I saw myself in you.
Like a poem. A dancer, a painter, an athlete, an actor, a singer, a writer, a model, a teacher. Free to play. Symphonic imagination. Monumental thought. Writing artfully. Reflection from great perspective. Convergence of insightful visions. To shift and seek. To reach and discover. To the city connecting those who are aware and listening. To inspire wholly. To redefine and consider. To enjoy. To participate. To emerge.
