Sometimes a “knowledge of a relationship” is not enough.  You must understand that great stories brew.   That rarely is the “intimacy of one” self-sufficient and equally rarely is there an intimacy of more than two.   Either theoretically or when you’re upon the highest of highs, the limit to intimacy’s unbounded.  Numbers just confound and no one is excluded.  But practically speaking, in this world so far, no can do.  Two.  First get it down with two.  Then spend your next life dwelling upon how to accrue.

Imagine all the people…

Imagine a graveyard filled with a commune of adult members all essentially lovers of one another…

Imagine such a commune pre-graveyard stricken…

I think we achieve proxies of greater intimacies, at least hints thereat, in our lives through instances of shared enjoyments.   All crying at the same heart-rendering scene in the same movie in the movie theater.  All reading the most worthy best-seller and being similarly awed.   All sharing in a common, uniting patriotism by fighting the same war.  Well, maybe never all.  But a great many.  certainly more than two.   We thus commit to intimate feelings for star-stirring and earth-shaking things, not in facing off with each other, but in experiencing the same surrogate at some level of imminence.  Even sunbathing thus serves as a form of purifying connectivity.  True: the photons that strike me can never strike you.  But we can all relate to each other through the blessing at the Source.  And even just walking the same earth brings us closer together than most anyone can usually ever imagine.  

What if, when you died, you found that all souls go to heaven.   But that heaven is filled with spirits from an (infinite minus one) number of other existent worlds.  And that as you wander and meet other souls, as timelessness goes by, you realize that your chances of ever running into another soul from Earth is unimaginably, unreally less than the subatomic division of an iota.  Then you reflect back and realize how intimate just walking the same earth with anyone, with everyone, really was.  And should you ever, against all odds, run into someone once earthbound, the ensuing intimacy would be so immediate and sweet that the most provocative sex that the greatest earthly lovers ever had wouldn’t be able to even begin to compete,  Ha!  And maybe, just maybe, the “lesser heaven” is never ever finding or coming upon another once-earthbound soul to merry-meet upon such a reunion, while the “greater heaven” is the serendipity of such an occasion at some point just short, at most, of eternity.

And imagine, oh my God, that just short of eternity, I finally meet you!

Again even.