Trying

Tried to write a post to M this morning - didn't get very far before I was was crying and quite depressed.
I wondered in one of the drafts if he was the only true love left standing that hasn't lied to me - yeah, I think so, but asking someone if they ever lied to you is more than an ironically loaded question! I think I miss him because 1. I can never ever possess him, and 2. I assume he knows me better than myself.

The unobtainable is always the most amorous for me.

That's why the intellect reigns supreme - now who's gonna claim to be fantastically smart? Or incredulously knowledgeable?

From Gottlob Frege - "We really experience only (our mental) ideas, not their causes. And if the scientist wants to avoid all mere hypothesis, then he is just left with ideas: everything dissolves into ideas, even light rays (and) nerve fibers...from which he started. So he finally undermines the foundations of his own construction."

Our projections, longings, desires, are all intermixed - that is why synchronicity exists - it's the pre-dark matter of our existences coming together. Once singulation occurs - once reality is formed, begun - reality happens - explosive realizations, desires swelled and crested, images projected and fulfilled, and then it's gone. Reality (running on the inherent object's time length) becomes what's left over, spent; the birth of dark matter.