Solid work Mitch and thanks again for the personal touch. The real in the reality is always the way. I wonder about the needs of the wanderer in all of us. The piece that comes and goes when we take on a new relation. The sort of moment when we begin the first feelings. Attraction being one and of course the nature of what feelings lead to. When is it too late or too early to know. To know when the relation is not only not healthy but detrimental to one's fafe. Fate as you say, that which remains outside our consciousness.

I write often on the subject of narcissism. Why? It has become one of my life's deepest experiences. Along with war and lost souls and the likes of machines and tyranny. I wonder sometimes where one ends and something akin to a alien subject begins. As your essay suggests, fate is us until we become the viewer from afar. Just wondering. How does a relationship not become our fate from the beginning? Is it in the signs? Or Gods...? Our Gods. The Gods within are what I am alluding to. Are we to know ourselves so well or fail to be conscious and hence, fate envelops us? Just wondering as I work myself through and out of another of life's beautiful experiences.

Eric