The Initial

"Out of infinite longings rise
finite deeds like weak fountains,
falling back just in time and trembling.
And yet, what otherwise remains silent,
our happy energies—show themselves
in these dancing tears."
Rilke

Passing in, passing by

After all the bruises it feels somehow nice to be so overwhelmed with attention by somebody. Somebody whose company I at least enjoy, even though still not consider compartible.

The human nature is funny with regard to attraction. It seems like you search for some few particular qualities or similarities. Very few indeed, but important. And if there is a hint or evidence you've found them in that person, you start just concentrating on that, filtering out the rest. I wonder how much superficial is all that, or maybe it is simply essential.

Do we people need culture (music, ideas, styles of clothing, styles of behavior) ... in order to be able to feel closer to some of those individuals coexisting by? ...