Posted on: May 15, 2008
Chapped hands shook, sunscreen burned my eyes, the curve of the earth rolled out before us.
As I really knew no one there, conversation was minimal. It occurred to me that experiences only become real when shared with another. That a moment spent truly alone quickly fades from memory and blinks out of being.
Existence is shared by it’s very nature, an entity cannot exist without it’s counterpart. At this idea’s most basic core matter an anti-matter burst out of nothingness, the “big bang,” and only survive so long as they are separated.
Even our most obscure moments are alluded to by the choreography of the rest of the day.
To live is to share