"We are cosmically insignificant"

"We are cosmically insignificant, a speck in space and a blink in time, inconceivably unimportant—except to each other, to whom we should therefore be unspeakably precious"- Dale McGowan

Exerts of the story... More a process of recovery then a tale of another.

[She]

I first glanced upon the drifter on the side of the road in the desert.

After driving for ten minutes, something in her brain and body registered. She turned around, and he was still there as though waiting for her.

[He]

A sadness crawls in her heart. I feel as though I knew her, even though space and time would suggest we had never met. I knew as soon as a glance was unthinkingly thrown my way that I would sleep with her.

[She]

I was immediately struck by his normalness. In some countries it could be described as ugly. A feeling of curiousity and repulsion arose at the same time. Once he started to speak I immediately forgot these original flutters of thought.

His use of language was so perfect that she at first suspected he was a Scandinavian who had lived in England for some time. He mouth was full and rounded our by a tuft of hair across the top of his supple lip. He spoke in a mix of myth and story; his stories had such an element of truth and mystic in them that you neither knew if they were true. It was unclear where he had drifted in from. And she did not care. Magic had arrived into her life.

[He]

You see, I could sense that she was from the first race of human beings. The first race of human beings on earth had such an amazing capacity for feeling. Sensation and emotion coursed through their bodies in shivers of tremendousness. Each human became aware of their greatness because they were constantly surrounded by greatness. At the coming of age, if it had not been awoken already by their work, their sattwa was awoken by love. You see, the first race of human beings knew that he was a man of greatness, not a man of the treadmill.

[She]

He began to bleed through his nose in my car. How unsexy. How dirty. Yet I still leave the blood their now, after he has departed.

[He]

Through connectedness the first race of human beings lived their lives. Loving, making music, art, and working. The kernel of emotion blossomed outward. It was unstoppable. As everyone was inclined to love, it was impossible to end until it ends itself.

[She]

On more than one occasion I have been ready to abandon my entire path for love. My passions are many, yet their length is short. Often I come to see, that I only sought to love myself. Through these lovers, I learn, I manipulate and I experience.

[He]

Fate is something outside of us. But loving is a choice made between souls. At times a contract from a past life, at others a soul split in two. You see, the first human race began to be devoured by its passions. The unstoppable divinity at became too much to bear. There was too much passion to be contained all at once.

[She]

Words began to create the world in which we would reside. At the measurement of time when he mentioned in a simple passing... that the road was his only friend. The spell was already cast. I always realised that he would never be mine. For a sorcerer of travel and time never is the possession of anyone or anything. Sorcerers yearn for the road, the way I yearn for a body close to me.

I was used to writing sad songs, which I never wanted to hear again, yet this one I wanted to scream from the depths of my soul. That my light had found me and I will allow him to go.

[Both]

Come with me to bed.

[He]

Her body quivered when we made love. I had not held many lovers in my arms. Yet the way she reacted was unlike any other I had ever held. I felt like an explorer, like I was the first person to kiss each area of her body. Although, I knew that she had had many lovers before me. Her eyes shone as though I was the only one.

[She]

The sex is incredible yet after, It feels good, when you hold me as one.

[He]

So the gods made a choice to let the race die out. They were replaced with a more resilient version. The capacity for empathy was almost destroyed and the world was refined so that the tender creatures did not light sparks and burn out and die so quickly anymore. Therefore earth lost the grand fire and magical existence for which it had been designed.

[She]

He whispered stories of finding me, his lufu. After he left I discovered that the word Lufu was used in the earliest English writings in the 8^th century. This word which eventually became love was first incorporated into the Old English language was used as a noun to describe ‘deep affection’ and its offspring verb ‘to be fond of’.

[He]

Once the gods had a new race of human beings who were able to shake off their passions the pagan elemental gods began to miss the unbridled wilderness and beauty of their lost Eden. Without consulting the council, they enlisted the help of the Dionysus, always keen for trouble, and went to return the precious little passion which had been locked away.

Using the darkness as a cloak, Dionysus crept into the chambers of Zeus and removed the quiver of arrows that he felt would not be noticed missing. He then dipped each pointed tip into Pandora’s box, and crept back down to earth to meet his co-conspirators. Together, over a course of dinner, and the course of millennium (which can happen simultaneously to the gods), they began to select human children who would restore some life to the barren field.

[She]

I go to my work as an accountant, yet I feel as if a million god drops have come from the sky and sprinkled me with each and everyone, blessed. I look up from my work and see him sitting in the corner. Our souls smile at each other.

[He]

As the passion and love flew down from the skies with the pain of an arrow from the sky of a god’s meal, that love, excitement, pain, joy and sorrow are inextricably intertwined: Because they were stealthily removed from a locked away Pandora's box, and mixed with magic. That is why it can seem so easy for everyone else. But so hard for the few selected, because those who were struck feel the conflict in each person’s soul. They feel the desire to voyage, to discover the pockets of inspiration and passion which survived the first eradication.

These human beings are at times so overwhelmed that it takes them over entirely. Unsure as to what has ravaged them. They crawl around in a state of immobility, inaction, and their desires burn a fire deep inside. They move between two worlds, a celestial world of which cannot be spoken. In this land colours fire more brightly, and food tastes more sweetly. And the mere thought of the sensation of touch is enough to arouse the other. And a self-obsessed world in which possessions and commercialised music and art allows the second race of human beings to escape immediate death from passion.

[She]

It was that night as I sat there, I did not know what I felt or did not feel, each cell in my body longed for his touch, screamed for another, as it had never before. My mind begged to sense what he felt. Instead it advised me that there was a long ride ahead of me.

That night we danced as close as we were able to be, and made love beneath the millions of stars in the freezing cold. No articulate or perfectly formed language could describe the perfection.

[She]

Once he had departed, the bright hues of the day always appeared as dark tinges. Nothing was able to penetrate my blackened soul. I exist inside four walls. Black and blank. There are no longer any more tales which can be written on my stomach.

Pain occurs when a beloved follows their dreams, as they do, as they must. The enchanted city has faded, fairies have become mere imagined beings no longer in my midst’s.

[He]

We all know that this is once how each moment of life was spent. We once lived every moment in instances of intensity and connectedness. For those gifted with the ability to feel again, once taken back again in its entirety to Eden. The land of mother’s kisses surrounded by celestial light. Glory and freshness. Yet once one discovers this, the place that the hybrids of the second generation unlock is an arena of anger and love. Sorrow.

Those god drops allowed us to feel. But they also made our feet itch, they made our tongues wish to taste. The dull tinges of the day become brilliant hues, and one feels the itch of so much more.

One must know what they are choosing to go without, and that was your purpose with me.

[She]

Sometimes I seek you in the middle of the night, once I return to full consciousness, the sensation I feel is wanting. Wanting, words and thoughts swirl and dance around you.