It and Her: Him and Her

i realize that i am worried/anxious about two things in the future: money and a mate. i feel so foolish, yet safe, admitting these things to the anonymous, myriad, electron world. You, who momentarily land and then fly away, i don’t mind, you don’t know me, ye you may still think me silly.

i am not materialistic, but unfortunately the lack of money causes a lot of hardship and a lot of strife between family members: wishes unfulfilled, opportunities lost.

Yet, even if there’s a lot of money, a gargantuan pile of it, if you’re alone, then all you can have are new toys, followed by more new toys, followed by a ceaseless cascade of things which beep and/or catch the gleams of the eyes, yet offer no respite for an empty Heart.

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(In my view, Mind is like Man and Heart is like Woman.) So what’s the danger of empty Heart? The danger is that Mind will be more weary for Heart, who empty, she cannot offer him any love, and he can offer her no communique.

Heart is Mind’s desire, Mind desires Heart, pursues her, offers her love notes, poetic rendezvouses of symbol and meaning for requittal. Heart frolics in Mind’s lavish attention. Mind, almost like a breathless chest, goes thoughtless when she smiles his way, attaching to his idea with her hearty passion. She longs to be protected by him, surrounded by him, by an encircling grid of stable constants. Heart feels important when Mind latches supportively into her aims and hopes with the decisiveness of vision to grasp the moon for her.

“Can we dream of the moon?,” she petitions.

“i’ll build a capsule for us to go there together, he breathes back.”