To Find Purpose in Pain

In this existence there is only us

Man and Woman

Woman and Man

Intertwined

Senses beside touch are there, but unnecessary

In this realm we are all powerful, for the presence of the other

Man can create anything

Overcome anything

Literally shape physical reality on a thought

But it has to be Her thought

Without His Woman’s touch, all the power in the world worthless

Woman can understand anything

Heal anything

Her power extends beyond this reality, reviving the soul from death

But it has to be His soul

For without Her Man’s embrace, She doesn’t care

In this place they are immortal

Why then do they leave?

So Man creates obstacles

So He can impress Her by overcoming them

So Woman creates fear

So He will come hold Her

So Man makes Her cry

So He can comfort Her

So Woman separates them

So She can heal their distance

So why would we leave to the pain of the external

Endure the hell of separation from the other when it was not necessary

Distract ourselves with the silliness of this non-sense of existence

So that in the end we can laugh together over the pleasure of reuniting

And know THIS is real

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