1.

My friend.

Soulmate, simplicity, sound.

My yearning: listen, feel, understand me. 

Below the surface are depths of tears, depths with no bedrock, dull waves, Abyss – dark and dull.

And underneath that – the Truth.

2.

And now, you. You – having been on this brink, having watched these waves.

You, having looked downwards, having breathed deeply and calmly, having stared through the surface at the grand and deadly Underneath.

3.

We are sitting at the brink.

We know each other, we know who we are, why we are here.

4.

Each journey starts with mere potentiality. But gaze the Other, and the uncertain and unintelligible something, vague energy, ether, starts materializing, firming, shaping.

The Other is the only way to get to this place. Others are far behind. 

My friend, your Gaze is the sculptor of my Soul.

5.

We are at the brink. 

You are holding something, a piece of package. Tea package. Tea is the eternal travel companion. Some words are scribbled on the back of the piece. You must have scrawled these words one evening, or a few lonely evenings, locating yourself on the brink. Start Believing, Claim Your Life. Yes, you needed these words exactly then, facing the Abyss with your daring heart. You needed something firm enough to hold onto, light enough to carry along.

6.

Now I am holding this piece. How could that be? Me, I just cry these words out; and here they are, written, right in my hand.

7.

You. You handed it to me. Ordinary, silly. Nonsense, trifle, trash. Your treasure.

Your secret that makes the way possible.

And look! Grey fogs are vanishing, bedrock is now visible. My tears and your words conjoined to twine the further way.

Fearless Dante followed Virgil’s path to the unknown. So will we.

8.

One way, different paths.

9.

Occasionally we will meet.

From now on I know you are out there. And we would meet and sit and share what we saw. And I would say, look, this is the way behind, look, this is you. That’s what you are.

And you would say, look, that is the way behind you, look, that is you, that’s what you are. Time to move on.

10.

And I will move on.

I will walk my way in tears of happiness, awkwardness, fear and unending longing. The tears will sprout miraculous flowers. They will brighten up your way one day.

The way is eternal. The Other is how you walk it.

My friend.