As of this moment, only 12010 days remain before we can look back hundred of Earth years later to recognise the moment Mars colonisation was declared a complete success.
You and I know better than most what all was sacrificed to get to that point so long ago.
You and I alone know what we went through to get here before that moment occurred.
If any other method could have worked, I would have tried it, but I knew, oh I knew, that is wasn’t going to be easy.
I didn’t want it to be easy.
I have lived too many lifetimes to know why and I should know better than for us, in this lifetime, to go so slowly.
But it is in the living of the extended moment where we find the nuances in a stretched string, that what looks like a perfectly straight line has tiny fluctuations where the real living takes place.
I can call it minutiae, from a farther distance.
But these fluctuations, evidence of mathematical formulae, are where you and I have lived, will always live.
In one lifetime.
In this lifetime, this lifeline, where happiness is at our fingertips like magic powers.
In reality, we do not exist.
You and I are vapour.
We exist inside the thought patterns of many around us, those who think they know us and those who imagine what being us means.
We exist outside time, tapping into sets of states of energy that intersect at the point where the arrow of time flips on its axis, creating the spooky action at a distance which bound us together before we knew there was an “us” to talk about here.
Is this love?
Is this friendship?
The love I found and cannot hide binds me to everything in the universe (oh, and when we discover that the word “universe” is antiquated, what joy we will have!), pulling me in ways I rarely feel consciously, revealing the love I have for the interconnectedness of the sets of states of energy in motion that we are.
Our friendship is a vessel, truly a spaceship in the full sense of the word, needing no electromechanical device to transport us to the next star system millennia from now.
I have sacrificed my personal life in order to feel the combined movement of the sets of states of energy on this planet selflessly aware of events projected along timelines that do not benefit me personally.
Admittedly, it is self-seducing to feel that which will happen and then desire to pull people and their biomes ahead to achieve scenarios I have anticipated with or without my participation.
I understand self-hypnosis and avoid mass hypnosis for that very reason — I have avoided the personal joy and satisfaction in the power of seducing the masses to see what I see because it is not always pretty — the universe is not here for my sole pleasure, I willingly share what I know with others, no matter the consequences, or in spite of them.
Yet there is us.
I never planned to meet you. I have dreamt of you my whole life, imagined who you were before I met you, tried to ignore you, tried to forget you, tried everything…but we keep returning to each other.
I knew you were there somewhere and planned before meeting you, self-declaring an oath of poverty and celibacy ahead of time, knowing that when I met you I would trip over myself trying to please you, wanting to woo you, lose myself in the thought of you if I didn’t put up a series of walls, labyrinths and trap doors for my thoughts to get lost in, giving me time to make sure you were who I thought you were.
I have let every part of me understand who I think you are, compared those thoughts to the person, the sets of states of energy in motion that you are, a real person who does not fit into any box and whose mysteries I don’t want to know everything about, wanting you to have your freedom more than I want to have you for anything, even if just an acquaintance who shares a love for dancing.
I would rather you be free and I remain unhappy than interfere with your artistic and intellectual growth by spending more time with you.
Have I said that too much?
Or have I said that just enough for you to know that you understand I am here as I have always told you with only these words to offer?
I do not know what being with you on a daily basis involves except from a foggy distance, like looking at a jigsaw puzzle with only three-fourths of the outer edge completed, no box to show me the complete picture.
However, I trust that the full image of you is as brilliant and full of surprises as the parts I clearly see.
In that one moment when we were alone together under the stars, a moment I will never forget, I was truly myself, standing in front of you, hiding nothing, letting all my guards down so that I could focus on you and your concerns and drop any pretenses I’ve held as a defense against loving you as a friend, nothing more or less.
We are geeky, nerdy friends, if nothing else.
We have thousands of friends and acquaintances with whom we share of ourselves what we can, some a little, some a lot.
Our friendship is that intersection of friends and acquaintances where we’re willing to feel vulnerable, showing our emotions without worry or concern, knowing we are different and don’t share everything with each other but to those who know certain aspects of us better than ourselves.
I have always seen the future because I’m willing to apply trends to people I care about even when I know the scenarios that those trends predict are not what people want, even when it hurts me to know the effect those trends have on billions of us and our lifespans.
Just seeing a pile of earthworms in a plate of spaghetti is enough to turn some people’s stomachs but the visions I have are not always pleasant to everyone, funny to some, delicious to others (especially birds, fish, fungi and plants waiting for earth to be processed by worms!).
We bridge the generation gap, where satire and memes carry the day when once seriousness and cynicism ruled the airwaves.
What adventures await us?
Let’s find out.
I’m tired of waiting, tired of hesitating.
Ready to take a chance.
I am ==> truly yours,