I've never ever authored an email-no comment post before.

So maybe it's about time.  What to say?  What to say?  Okay:

If you suddenly feel I'm 'far away', all I want you to honestly ask (and answer) yourself is: "Who moved?"

Oh, to hell with this post.  You can't (won't) comment anyway!

If you care not to comment , continue to the post below, published one minute prior, and choose not to comment (thus reaffirming your self-found hidden freedom).  Rather than, here, being restricted from doing so.

It's all good.  There's only one Golden Eternity.

Virtual people live in virtual worlds which depend upon one’s acceptance of them as a good enough mimics of reality to serve as a surrogate for the real thing.

Life without virtualization is sparser, perhaps even spartan, yet more sober and closer to the heart.

Very few people truly know themselves very well, let alone wholly.   Fewer still are those who can know another truly in a significant way.  Much of what is believed about others by the vast majority of semi-knowing selves is a projected virtual encapsulation of those others’ personalities—colored by culture, colored by habits, colored by consensualized expectations. 

Do the math: a semi-knowing self (½) can ‘know’ another semi-knowing self (½)  only to the amount of two bits (  or one quarter,  that is, ½  * ½ = ¼).   Knowing, in terms of relationships, is multiplicative, not additive.  You cannot put two half-knows together and sum up the relationship as an enlightened one.  Only two self-enlightened individuals (1 * 1 ) can find wholeness (=1) in mutuality.

So if you find yourself living in a world where you pretty much feel you know all your friends and lovers, or even ex-friends and ex-lovers really, really well, either you are (were) all enlightened (all 1’s—and there’s still hope for Utopia) …or you have filled in the actualized ¼ or ½ of your knowledge-in-relationship with the ¾ or ½ of an unctualized virtualized relationship.

I started out the summer believing that all my friends, my acquaintances-becoming-friends, and even I, myself, were near-1’s in terms of self-actualization and honesty in matters of self-revealment.  I was clearly wrong about myself.  I  was only just a half-know believing in the addition rule. 

But I’ve changed over the past 3 months.  This has been the summer of my devirtualization.  I’m no longer just a half-know believing himself/herself whole.  I’ve acknowledged and confronted my self-ignorance and fractionally progressed somewhat more toward unity.   Fractionally.  But I’ve also come to understand that the principle of multiplicativity factors a multiplicity of two selves into a numinously psychic bond with one another.

Paradigmatically, You (1) times I (1) equals US (1).

 (thus ever approximating the soulmate ideal of an irreducible United Selves).

And I think the world is a strangely beautiful place to have allowed us to meet and become friends as we have.  But it's also a strangely cruel place to keep us apart as it does.  Ah—this world is the perfection of a public laundry conundrum (lost socks and all) and we are just wet rag dolls tossed into its assorted dryers to thump away our wetness.  But how I'd love someday, if just once, to thump playfully in the same dryer with you.