Perfect Strangers

by J.T. Geissinger

Life’s too short to mince words. Our existence is measured in minutes. Seconds. Heartbeats. Time is the most valuable commodity we have, because it can never be replenished. Once it’s gone…it’s gone forever. And so are we.”

“Now, feel. I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other. And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine.”

It’s the clinging to emotion that causes suffering, she said. A wiser choice is to let it go and breathe.

“There exists a field, beyond all notions of right and wrong. I will meet you there.”