It is a different world for each of us.

And I know nothing of yours.

Yours is a world of conclusions. "If this then that".

Mine is a world of events. Just strings of events that painters and writers make sense out of in ways that are only ever guesses. They have a secret, these events, and that secret is that they may have a meaning you can carve into them, but they mean nothing. Not to themselves and certainly not to each other.

And the way I see her world is that the only conclusion is now. That stills us and finally stops us. You can see nothing forward because this is the logical place you ended up. We are what we are and we will always be this. Mine is more vague and more magical....if all events just exist....anything can happen.

And I'm as proud of my world as you are of yours.

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