A little less than a happy high

There is a temptation to clarify, to elaborate, and even to correct. Still, it would be the same conversation, and I'm convinced that the conversation itself was indicative of a dangerous pattern that was unlikely to be resolved as long as the conversation remained necessary. A perfect circle? The downward spiral? When understanding is incomplete, the space where it should lie begins to be filled with fear, with doubt, and with pain. In place of communication, there is reaction. In place of compassion, there is need. If there is a way in which we may be able to share mind/spirit/body, I can't help but think that reaction and need will stand in the way.

Tonight, I want you all to get yourselves Indian food, preferably something of with lots of spicy curry. I ask this for several reasons:

1) Indian food is delicious and fun.

2) Spicy foods release endorphins into your system, and can trigger a slight euphoria.

3) As curry passes through your body, remnants of the spices end up on your skin and mingle with your own natural scent. As far as I’m concerned, there are few things as heavenly as a trace of curry on a woman’s neck.

Obviously, any and all of these are best when shared with me.