Romance. A strange word that introduces something like extraordinary dimensionalities to a relationship. It may be with a person, a place, an organism… or even the sky. It may be with all of them. But when it’s with a human person…

… it introduces dimensions of possible ecstasy and … otherwise impossible development… or, perhaps, their polarities. If, in its conception… something dire pervaded. Something lost, or misconstrued.

And yet, here is hope. For in the fascination of our deepest aspects with a possibility… there is both liberation and slavery. How appropriate that they might be found together.