Once in a very rare blue-grey-purple moon, discussions on what truly matter rises up from dark matters of our soul, and we debate. I cherish these discussions, though we may so often differ in our opinons and thoughts. Probably because we are people who are trying to find our way in this world and we stop to look and think, what is dark, what is bright, what is worth loving and defending, what is precious and needs guarding. What is important enough to be addressed with conviction, with zeal. What our friendship allows us to delve into and stand on different sides. So that we shout across canyons and seek to understand each other and see from one another's eyes. And we try to find a bridge across which our words, and our feelings and understandings can communicate. We get passionate about our ideas, we play fight with thoughts.

SO we debate. On ideals of justice, morality. And I konw we will not find an answer, or even an agreement, but we both agree on our continued search for answers. Answers to ourselves, that we may see the world without contradictions, without hyopcrisy. That we may question ourselves and find our own answers. Not the noise which our world is trying to invade and infiltrate our beings every second. We are similar and so different. Most turn to the world outside, to the external to make sense of their internal lives, we turn to what is inside to try and make sense of the world outside. And each and everyone of my friend has their view of the world, which I am always so honored to share when they gift me with a piece of their world-life. It makes my life immensely richer. Pieces of your past, shards of your dreams, thoughts and ideas decorate my mental room.

That is why I expect no less from my lover when and should I have one. Because I have friends like you all, this raises the bar, extremely, not to have intellectual debates like what rages on inside courtrooms, but to have a piece of someone else's world and to see through someone elses' eyes, past, mind, and to immerse in it, and then when the time comes emerge from that liquid world back into my own and let the others dive in. Selflessly.