Music lost to my ears,
it blends into the crowd like an echo of a lost time..
a time repeated blindly in empty gestures,
mechanically we dance to the same tune..
How we will be startled and awakened in that distant future when
the voice of a new saviour will remind us of the power of a
single note, played without confusion, when that
note is the direct complement of the silence from which it came.
The gong is struck again, and it shakes the universe..
For a moment the world opens its eyes and ears, and you fly
in space, walk through the bottom of an ocean, pass through the heart
of the planet, sit on the surface of the sun, just through the power of
your own clarity.

It occurred to me there is a snowball effect in interacting with the other sex: We are not authentic because we are afraid of getting hurt, and because we are not authentic we create discomfort in the other side that manifests in negative responses that hurt us.