come together

“Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. Only connect, and the beast and the monk, robbed of the isolation that is life to either, will die.”
(E.M. Forster, Howard’s End)

In walking tightropes, perhaps it is better, always, to reserve the right to fall off.

Even if there is no net.

In fact, it may be even better to leap.

Tightropes are for performers, for those skilled enough to put on a show, to appear…

In control.

But we are human, can never avoid falling, getting hurt, scraping knees and feelings, feeling less than we should, more than we should… and really, there is no “should”.

We love. We live. And if we really want to know what it is to be human, the depth of it, we share.

This is the connection: prose and passion…

It is in all of this, this glorious fucking pleasure skin against skin touching wonder full love human love you and words imperfect words trying words.. that I find life: exactly what it is to be human and alive on this earth.

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