You make me think of people seeking meaning, failing that seeking justifications, seeking solutions to unhappiness, seeking answers to loneliness, seeking redemption for their failures. You make me think of all this seeking rendered meaningless in the experience of a feeling, of the feeling of relativity, of relating through one confused feeling. You make me think of people seeking security and consistency in belief, seeking safety in conformity, hardening themselves against the very feelings, the very relativity that would salve their souls. You make me think of the stupidity of nation, creating factions of competing, sometimes opposing behaviours. You make me think of digging deeper, seeking purer water. You make me think of the individual well of words, phrases, thoughts, meanings and feelings that is your soul providence. You engender feelings, a desire to hear you speak, a desire for your response, another nuance of relativity from you. You make me wish you would open up your heart and soul and mind to me. You make me think of oceans, of rivers, of a raindrop sliding down a window pane. You make me wonder do I hide some feelings from you or am I always too apparent. You make me understand myself. You make sense of me. I think therefore I am would make whores of us all, prostituting our lives to the next sentient conclusion. . You are, therefore I think.
Yes, are you T? If not, I do apologize; I thought I had read that. If you are, I call my sister "Tee", as well (short for Terri). You are very expressive, and you are naturally/classically beautiful. Cheers, Roger